1. The Way to Butterfield

           

           "Please,miss,"saidtheshaggyman,"canyoutellmetheroadtoButterfield?"

           Dorothylookedhimover.Yes,hewasshaggy,allright,buttherewasatwinkleinhiseyethatseemedpleasant.

           "Ohyes,"shereplied;"Icantellyou.Butitisn’tthisroadatall."

           "No?"

           "Youcrosstheten-acrelot,followthelanetothehighway,gonorthtothefivebranches,andtake—letmesee—"

           "Tobesure,miss;seeasfarasButterfield,ifyoulike,"saidtheshaggyman.

           "Youtakethebranchnextthewillowstump,Ib’lieve;orelsethebranchbythegopherholes;orelse—"

           "Won’tanyof’emdo,miss?"

           "’Coursenot,ShaggyMan.YoumusttaketherightroadtogettoButterfield."

           "Andisthattheonebythegopherstump,or—"

           "Dearme!"criedDorothy."Ishallhavetoshowyoutheway,you’resostupid.WaitaminutetillIruninthehouseandgetmysunbonnet."

           Theshaggymanwaited.Hehadanoat-strawinhismouth,whichhechewedslowlyasifittastedgood;butitdidn’t.Therewasanapple-treebesidethehouse,andsomeappleshadfallentotheground.Theshaggymanthoughttheywouldtastebetterthantheoat-straw,sohewalkedovertogetsome.Alittleblackdogwithbrightbrowneyesdashedoutofthefarm-houseandranmadlytowardtheshaggyman,whohadalreadypickedupthreeapplesandputtheminoneofthebigwidepocketsofhisshaggycoat.Thelittledogbarkedandmadeadivefortheshaggyman’sleg;buthegrabbedthedogbytheneckandputitinhisbigpocketalongwiththeapples.

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