Toto grabbed a finger and bit it; the shaggy man took his hand out of
that pocket quickly, and said "Oh!"
Dorothy did not notice. She was shading her eyes from the sun with
her arm, looking anxiously down the road.
"Come on," she commanded. "It's only a little way farther, so I may
as well show you."
After a while, they came to the place where five roads branched in
different directions; Dorothy pointed to one, and said:
"That's it, Shaggy Man."
"I'm much obliged, miss," he said, and started along another road.
"Not that one!" she cried; "you're going wrong."
He stopped.
"I thought you said that other was the road to Butterfield," said he,
running his fingers through his shaggy whiskers in a puzzled way.
"So it is."
"But I don't want to go to Butterfield, miss."
"You don't?"
"Of course not. I wanted you to show me the road, so I shouldn't go
there by mistake."
"Oh! Where DO you want to go, then?"
"I'm not particular, miss."
This answer astonished the little girl; and it made her provoked, too,
to think she had taken all this trouble for nothing.
"There are a good many roads here," observed the shaggy man, turning
slowly around, like a human windmill. "Seems to me a person could go
'most anywhere, from this place."
Dorothy turned around too, and gazed in surprise. There WERE a
good many roads; more than she had ever seen before.
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