But when the door opened to admit not only the Shaggy Man, but Scraps, the Woozy and the Glass Cat, Dorothy jumped up and looked at her strange visitors in amazement.
"You're a new one to me," Dorothy said reflectively, addressing the Patchwork Girl.
Have you met our Scarecrow, then?" asked Dorothy, a little puzzled to understand the brief history related.
Whatever the explanation might be, it was certain that Dorothy had been absent from her Kansas home for several long periods, always disappearing unexpectedly, yet always coming back safe and sound, with amazing tales of where she had been and the unusual people she had met.
Most of Dorothy's stories were about the Land of Oz, with its beautiful Emerald City and a lovely girl Ruler named Ozma, who was the most faithful friend of the little Kansas girl.
But they were getting old and feeble and she feared that they could not take care of Dorothy as well as they had formerly done.
Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too.
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.
Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to get him.
"Very," replied Dorothy. "If we were in the Land of Oz, I wouldn't think it so queer, because many of the animals can talk in that fairy country.
"Yes," said Dorothy, "you do very well, for a beginner."
"Why, so are we," said Dorothy, smiling; "but we don't cry about it."
"'Cause I've been lost before, and always got found again," answered Dorothy simply.
"Those are damas," said Dorothy, "and you must never even taste them, Eureka, or you'll get invis'ble, and then we can't see you at all."
"I don't know," Dorothy answered; "but it would hurt me dre'fully to lose you."