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saw it. So it was nearly sundown when they finally came to the trees; but now they found themselves in a most beautiful spot, the wide-spreading trees being covered with flowering vines and having soft mosses underneath them. “This will be a good place to camp,” said the Wizard, as the Sawhorse stopped for further instructions.

      “Camp!” they all echoed.

      “Certainly,” asserted the Wizard. “It will be dark before very long and we cannot travel through this forest at night. So let us make a camp here, and have some supper, and sleep until daylight comes again.”

      They all looked at the little man in astonishment, and Aunt Em said, with a sniff:

      “A pretty camp we’ll have, I must say! I suppose you intend us to sleep under the wagon.”

      “And chew grass for our supper,” added the Shaggy Man, laughing.

      But Dorothy seemed to have no doubts and was quite cheerful

      “It’s lucky we have the wonderful Wizard with us,” she said; “because he can do ‘most anything he wants to.”

      “Oh, yes; I forgot we had a Wizard,” said Uncle Henry, looking at the little man curiously.

      “I didn’t,” chirped Billina, contentedly.

      The Wizard smiled and climbed out of the wagon, and all the others followed him.

      “In order to camp,” said he, “the first thing we need is tents. Will some one please lend me a handkerchief?”

      The Shaggy Man offered him one, and Aunt Em another. He took them both and laid them carefully upon the grass near to the edge of the forest. Then he laid his own handkerchief down, too, and standing a little back from them he waved his left hand toward the handkerchiefs and said:

      “Tents of canvas, white as snow,

      Let me see how fast you grow!”

      Then, lo and behold! the handkerchiefs became tiny tents, and as the travelers looked at them the tents grew bigger and bigger until in a few minutes each one was large enough to contain the entire party.

      “This,” said the Wizard, pointing to the first tent, “is for the accommodation of the ladies. Dorothy, you and your Aunt may step inside and take off your things.”

      Every one ran to look inside the tent, and they saw two pretty white beds, all ready for Dorothy and Aunt Em, and a silver roost for Billina. Rugs were spread upon the grassy floor and some camp chairs and a table completed the furniture.

      “Well, well, well! This beats anything I ever saw or heard of!” exclaimed Aunt Em, and she glanced at the Wizard almost fearfully, as if he might be dangerous because of his great powers.

      “Oh, Mr. Wizard! How did you manage to do it?” asked Dorothy.

      “It’s a trick Glinda the Sorceress taught me, and it is much better magic than I used to practice in Omaha, or when I first came to Oz,” he answered. “When the good Glinda found I was to live in the Emerald City always, she promised to help me, because she said the Wizard of Oz ought really to be a clever Wizard, and not a humbug. So we have been much together and I am learning so fast that I expect to be able to accomplish some really wonderful things in time.”

      “You’ve done it now!” declared Dorothy. “These tents are just wonderful!”

      “But come and see the men’s tent,” said the Wizard. So they went to the second tent, which had shaggy edges because it has been made from the Shaggy Man’s handkerchief, and found that completely furnished also. It contained four neat beds for Uncle Henry, Omby Amby, the Shaggy Man and the Wizard. Also there was a soft rug for Toto to lie upon.

      “The third tent,” explained the Wizard, “is our dining room and kitchen.”

      They visited that next, and found a table and dishes in the dining tent, with plenty of those things necessary to use in cooking. The Wizard carried out a big kettle and set it swinging on a crossbar before the tent. While he was doing this Omby Amby and the Shaggy Man brought a supply of twigs from the forest and then they built a fire underneath the kettle.

      “Now, Dorothy,” said the Wizard, smiling, “I expect you to cook our supper.”

      “But there is nothing in the kettle,” she cried.

      “Are you sure?” inquired the Wizard.

      “I didn’t see anything put in, and I’m almost sure it was empty when you brought it out,” she replied.

      “Nevertheless,” said the little man, winking slyly at Uncle Henry, “you will do well to watch our supper, my dear, and see that it doesn’t boil over.”

      Then the men took some pails and went into the forest to search for a spring of water, and while they were gone Aunt Em said to Dorothy:

      “I believe the Wizard is fooling us. I saw the kettle myself, and when he hung it over the fire there wasn’t a thing in it but air.”

      “Don’t worry,” remarked Billina, confidently, as she nestled in the grass before the fire. “You’ll find something in the kettle when it’s taken off—and it won’t be poor, innocent chickens, either.”

      “Your hen has very bad manners, Dorothy,” said Aunt Em, looking somewhat disdainfully at Billina. “It seems too bad she ever learned how to talk.”

      There might have been another unpleasant quarrel between Aunt Em and Billina had not the men returned just then with their pails filled with clear, sparkling water. The Wizard told Dorothy that she was a good cook and he believed their supper was ready.

      So Uncle Henry lifted the kettle from the fire and poured its contents into a big platter which the Wizard held for him. The platter was fairly heaped with a fine stew, smoking hot, with many kinds of vegetables and dumplings and a rich, delicious gravy.

      The Wizard triumphantly placed the platter upon the table in the dining tent and then they all sat down in camp chairs to the feast.

      There were several other dishes on the table, all carefully covered, and when the time came to remove these covers they found bread and butter, cakes, cheese, pickles and fruits—including some of the luscious strawberries of Oz.

      No one ventured to ask a question as to how these things came there. They contented themselves by eating heartily the good things provided, and Toto and Billina had their full share, you may be sure. After the meal was over, Aunt Em whispered to Dorothy:

      “That may have been magic food, my dear, and for that reason perhaps it won’t be very nourishing; but I’m willing to say it tasted as good as anything I ever et.” Then she added, in a louder voice: “Who’s going to do the dishes?”

      “No one, madam,” answered the Wizard. “The dishes have ‘done’ themselves.”

      “La sakes!” ejaculated the good lady, holding up her hands in amazement. For, sure enough, when she looked at the dishes they had a moment before left upon the table, she found them all washed and dried and piled up into neat stacks.

      15. How Dorothy Happened to Get Lost

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      It was a beautiful evening, so they drew their camp chairs in a circle before one of the tents and began to tell stories to amuse themselves and pass away the time before they went to bed.

      Pretty soon a zebra was seen coming out of the forest, and he trotted straight up to them and said politely:

      “Good evening, people.”

      The zebra was a sleek little animal and had a slender head, a stubby mane and a paintbrush tail—very like a donkey’s. His neatly shaped white body was covered with regular bars of dark brown, and his hoofs were delicate as those of a deer.

      “Good

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