L. Frank Baum

They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were gray also.

Then the wind pushed the edges of the ripples until they became waves, and shoved the waves around until they became billows.

But you must not suppose he worked all the time, for he felt that would be bad for him.

“I couldn’t be here if it wasn’t,” she said.

“No, miss; it’s my whiskers; they tire very easily in this warm weather,” said he. “I wish it would snow, don’t you?”

Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was.

There is nothing in the world so miserable as a wet hen.

“You’ll know as soon as I do,” answered Tip, smiling sympathetically into the pumpkin face.

The sky had grown darker again and the wind made queer sobbing sounds as it swept over the valley.

Good little girls never come to any harm, you know. For my part, I’m good, too; so nothing ever hurts me.

It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings.

Live things are much fresher and more wholesome than dead ones, and you humans eat all sorts of dead creatures.

“Now, that is very interesting history,” said Jack, well pleased; “and I understand it perfectly⁠—all but the explanation.”

“Oh, I’m not so sure of that,” replied the girl. “But don’t let us worry over such things, Zeb; we can’t help ourselves just now, you know, and I’ve always been told it’s foolish to borrow trouble.”

“He got tired of being loved and longed for someone to hate him. So he gave me the Magnet and the very next day a grizzly bear ate him.”

No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful.

But when one is hungry one can eat even supper in the morning, and not complain.

“So am I,” answered the man.

“Very clever,” said the Wizard, nodding his head as if pleased. “I am delighted to find humbugs inside the earth, just the same as on top of it. Were you ever with a circus, brother?”

“Let’s take the seventh road,” he suggested. “Seven is a lucky number for little girls named Dorothy.”