You will remember there was no road - not even a pathway - between the castle of the Wicked Witch and the Emerald City. When the four travelers went in search of the Witch she had seen them coming, an

Dorothy blew the little whistle she had always carried about her neck since the Queen of the Mice had given it to her. In a few minutes they heard the pattering of tiny feet, and many of the small gra

The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were rather frightened at first, for they remembered how badly the Winged Monkeys had treated them before; but they saw that no harm was intended, so they rode throug