Подорож до Країни Оз
1. The Way to Butterfield
Whenthechildhadpattedhisheadlovingly,hesatdownbeforeher,hisredtonguehangingoutonesideofhismouth,andlookedupintoherfacewithhisbrightbrowneyes,asifaskingherwhattheyshoulddonext.
Dorothydidn’tknow.Shelookedaroundheranxiouslyforsomefamiliarlandmark;buteverythingwasstrange.Betweenthebranchesofthemanyroadsweregreenmeadowsandafewshrubsandtrees,butshecouldn’tseeanywherethefarm-housefromwhichshehadjustcome,oranythingshehadeverseenbefore—excepttheshaggymanandToto.Besidesthis,shehadturnedaroundandaroundsomanytimestryingtofindoutwhereshewas,thatnowshecouldn’teventellwhichdirectionthefarm-houseoughttobein;andthisbegantoworryherandmakeherfeelanxious.
"I’m’fraid,ShaggyMan,"shesaid,withasigh,"thatwe’relost!"
"That’snothingtobeafraidof,"hereplied,throwingawaythecoreofhisappleandbeginningtoeatanotherone."Eachoftheseroadsmustleadsomewhere,oritwouldn’tbehere.Sowhatdoesitmatter?"
"Iwanttogohomeagain,"shesaid.
"Well,whydon’tyou?"saidhe.
"Idon’tknowwhichroadtotake."
"Thatistoobad,"hesaid,shakinghisshaggyheadgravely."IwishIcouldhelpyou;butIcan’t.I’mastrangerintheseparts."
"SeemsasifIwere,too,"shesaid,sittingdownbesidehim."It’sfunny.
