She had reached the edge of the forest when the Yellow Hen came
fluttering along and asked where she was going.
"Just to take a walk, Billina; and maybe I'll find some path,"
said Dorothy.
"Then I'll go along," decided Billina, and scarcely had she spoken
when Toto ran up and joined them.
Toto and the Yellow Hen had become quite friendly by this time,
although at first they did not get along well together. Billina had
been rather suspicious of dogs, and Toto had had an idea that it was
every dog's duty to chase a hen on sight. But Dorothy had talked to
them and scolded them for not being agreeable to one another until
they grew better acquainted and became friends.
I won't say they loved each other dearly, but at least they had
stopped quarreling and now managed to get on together very well.
The day was growing lighter every minute and driving the black shadows
out of the forest; so Dorothy found it very pleasant walking under the
trees. She went some distance in one direction, but not finding a
path, presently turned in a different direction. There was no path
here, either, although she advanced quite a way into the forest,
winding here and there among the trees and peering through the bushes
in an endeavor to find some beaten track.
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