"If we'd had it
in Kansas I guess the man who held a mortgage on the farm wouldn't
have turned us out."
"Then I'm glad we didn't have it," returned Uncle Henry. "I like Oz
better than Kansas, even; an' this little wood Sawhorse beats all the
critters I ever saw. He don't have to be curried, or fed, or watered,
an' he's strong as an ox. Can he talk, Dorothy?"
"Yes, Uncle," replied the child. "But the Sawhorse never says much.
He told me once that he can't talk and think at the same time, so he
prefers to think."
"Which is very sensible," declared the Wizard, nodding approvingly.
"Which way do we go, Dorothy?"
"Straight ahead into the Quadling Country," she answered. "I've got a
letter of interduction to Miss Cuttenclip."
"Oh!" exclaimed the Wizard, much interested. "Are we going there?
Then I'm glad I came, for I've always wanted to meet the Cuttenclips."
"Who are they?" inquired Aunt Em.
"Wait till we get there," replied Dorothy, with a laugh; "then you'll
see for yourself. I've never seen the Cuttenclips, you know, so I
can't 'zactly 'splain 'em to you."
Once free of the Emerald City the Sawhorse dashed away at tremendous
speed.
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