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looked at one another questioningly.

"Really, I don't know what to do," muttered the shaggy man, gazing hard
at Toto; and the little dog wagged his tail and said "Bow-wow!" just as
if he could not tell, either, what to do. Button-Bright got a stick
and began to dig in the earth, and the others watched him for a while
in deep thought. Finally, the shaggy man said:

"It's nearly evening, now; so we may as well sleep in this pretty place
and get rested; perhaps by morning we can decide what is best to be
done."

There was little chance to make beds for the children, but the leaves
of the trees grew thickly and would serve to keep off the night dews,
so the shaggy man piled soft grasses in the thickest shade and when it
was dark they lay down and slept peacefully until morning.

Long after the others were asleep, however, the shaggy man sat in the
starlight by the spring, gazing thoughtfully into its bubbling waters.
Suddenly he smiled and nodded to himself as if he had found a good
thought, after which he, too, laid himself down under a tree and was
soon lost in slumber.

In the bright morning sunshine, as they ate of the strawberries and
sweet juicy pears, Dorothy said:

"Polly, can you do any magic?"

"No dear," answered Polychrome, shaking her dainty head.

"You ought to know SOME magic, being the Rainbow's Daughter," continued
Dorothy, earnestly.

"But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use for
magic," replied Polychrome.

"What I'd like," said Dorothy, "is to find some way to cross the desert
to the Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I've crossed it already, you
know, more than once. First a cyclone carried my house over, and some
Silver Shoes brought me back again--in half a second. Then Ozma took
me over on her Magic Carpet, and the Nome King's Magic Belt took me
home that time. You see it was magic that did it every time 'cept the
first, and we can't 'spect a cyclone to happen along and take us to the
Emerald City now."

"No indeed," returned Polly, with a shudder, "I hate cyclones, anyway."

"That's why I wanted to find out if you could do any magic," said the
little Kansas girl. "I'm sure I can't; and I'm sure Button-Bright
can't; and the only magic the shaggy man has is the Love Magnet, which
won't help us much."

"Don't be too sure of that, my dear," spoke the shaggy man, a smile on
his donkey face. "I may not be able to do magic myself, but I can call
to us a