at all familiar with his geozify knows that the
Fairyland of Oz is divided into four parts, exactly like a parchesi
board, with the Emerald City in the very center, the purple Gillikin
Country to the north, the red Quadling Country to the south, the blue
Munchkin Country to the east, and the yellow Country of the Winkies
to the west. It was toward the west that Dorothy and the Cowardly
Lion turned their steps, for it was in the Winkie Country that the
Scarecrow had built his gorgeous golden tower in exactly the shape of
a huge ear of corn.

Dorothy ran along beside the Cowardly Lion, chatting over their many
adventures in Oz, and stopping now and then to pick buttercups and
daisies that dotted the roadside. She tied a big bunch to the tip of
her friend's tail and twined some more in his mane, so that he
presented a very festive appearance indeed. Then, when she grew
tired, she climbed on his big back, and swiftly they jogged through
the pleasant land of the Winkies. The people waved to them from
windows and fields, for everyone loved little Dorothy and the big
lion, and as they passed a neat yellow cottage, a little Winkie Lady
came running down the path with a cup of tea in one hand and a bucket
in the other.

"I saw you coming and thought you might be thirsty," she called
hospitably. Dorothy drank her cup without alighting.

"We're in an awful hurry; we're visiting the Scarecrow," she
exclaimed apologetically. The lion drank his bucket of tea at one
gulp. It was so hot that it made his eyes water.

"How I loathe tea! If I hadn't been such a coward, I'd have upset the
bucket," groaned the lion as the little Winkie Lady went back into
her house. "But no, I was afraid of hurting her feelings. Ugh, what a
terrible thing it is to be a coward!"

"Nonsense!" said Dorothy, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief.
"You're not a coward, you're just polite. But let's run very fast so
we can reach the Scarecrow's in time for lunch."

So like the wind away raced the Cowardly Lion, Dorothy holding fast
to his mane, with her curls blowing straight out behind, and in
exactly two Oz hours and seventeen Winkie minutes they came to the
dazzling corn-ear residence of their old friend. Hurrying through the
cornfields that surrounded his singular mansion, Dorothy and the
Cowardly Lion rushed through the open door.

"We've come for lunch," announced Dorothy.

"And I'm hungry enough to eat crow," rumbled the lion. Then both
stopped