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.
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