tony country where no grass
grew at all. There were plenty of bushes, however, and although it was
now almost dark the girls discovered some delicious yellow berries
growing upon the bushes, one taste of which set them all to picking as
many as they could find. The berries relieved their pangs of hunger, for
a time, and as it now became too dark to see anything they camped where
they were.

The three girls lay down upon one of the blankets--all in a row--and
then the Wizard covered them with the other blanket and tucked them in.
Button-Bright crawled under the shelter of some bushes and was asleep in
half a minute. The Wizard sat down with his back to a big stone and
looked at the stars in the sky and thought gravely upon the dangerous
adventure they had undertaken, wondering if they would ever be able to
find their beloved Ozma again. The animals lay in a group by themselves,
a little distance from the others.

"I've lost my growl!" said Toto, who had been very silent and sober all
that day. "What do you suppose has become of it?"

"If you had asked me to keep track of your growl, I might be able to
tell you," remarked the Lion sleepily. "But, frankly, Toto, I supposed
you were taking care of it yourself."

"It's an awful thing to lose one's growl," said Toto, wagging his tail
disconsolately. "What if you lost your roar, Lion? Wouldn't you feel
terrible?"

"My roar," replied the Lion, "is the fiercest thing about me. I depend
on it to frighten my enemies so badly that they won't dare to fight me."

"Once," said the Mule, "I lost my bray, so that I couldn't call to Betsy
to let her know I was hungry. That was before I could talk, you know,
for I had not yet come into the Land of Oz, and I found it was certainly
very uncomfortable not to be able to make a noise."

"You make enough noise now," declared Toto. "But none of you has
answered my question: Where is my growl?"

"You may search _me_" said the Woozy. "I don't care for such things
myself."

"You snore terribly," asserted Toto.

"It may be," said the Woozy. "What one does when asleep one is not
accountable for. I wish you would wake me up, some time when I'm
snoring, and let me hear the sound. Then I can judge whether it is
terrible or delightful."

"It isn't pleasant, I assure you," said the Lion, yawning.

"To me it seems wholly unnecessary," declared Hank the Mule.

"You ought to break yourself of the habit," said the Sawhorse. "You
never hear me