Make our dear Tin Woodman straight!”

  “Good!” cried the Emperor, again standing erect and strutting around to show his fine figure. “Your fairy magic may not be able to accomplish all things, sweet Polychrome, but it works splendidly on tin. Thank you very much.”

  “The hay—the hay!” pleaded the Scarecrow’s head.

  “Oh, yes; the hay,” said Woot. “What are you waiting for, Captain Fyter?”

  At once the Tin Soldier set to work cutting hay with his sword and in a few minutes there was quite enough with which to stuff the Scarecrow’s body. Woot and Polychrome did this and it was no easy task because the hay packed together more than straw and as they had little experience in such work their job, when completed, left the Scarecrow’s arms and legs rather bunchy. Also there was a hump on his back which made Woot laugh and say it reminded him of a camel, but it was the best they could do and when the head was fastened on to the body they asked the Scarecrow how he felt.

  “A little heavy, and not quite natural,” he cheerfully replied; “but I’ll get along somehow until we reach a straw-stack. Don’t laugh at me, please, because I’m a little ashamed of myself and I don’t want to regret a good action.”

  They started at once in the direction of Mount Munch, and as the Scarecrow proved very clumsy in his movements, Woot took one of his arms and the Tin Woodman the other and so helped their friend to walk in a straight line.

  And the Rainbow’s Daughter, as before, danced ahead of them and behind them and all around them, and they never minded her odd ways, because to them she was like a ray of sunshine.

  Chapter Twenty.Over Night

  The Land of the Munchkins is full of surprises, as our travelers had already learned, and although Mount Munch was constantly growing larger as they advanced toward it, they knew it was still a long way off and were not certain, by any means, that they had escaped all danger or encountered their last adventure.

  The plain was broad, and as far as the eye could see, there seemed to be a level stretch of country between them and the mountain, but toward evening they came upon a hollow, in which stood a tiny blue Munchkin dwelling with a garden around it and fields of grain filling in all the rest of the hollow.

  They did not discover this place until they came close to the edge of it, and they were astonished at the sight that greeted them because they had imagined that this part of the plain had no inhabitants.

  “It’s a very small house,” Woot declared. “I wonder who lives there?”

  “The way to find out is to knock on the door and ask,” replied the Tin Woodman. “Perhaps it is the home of Nimmie Amee.”

  “Is she a dwarf?” asked the boy.

  “No, indeed; Nimmie Amee is a full sized woman.”

  “Then I’m sure she couldn’t live in that little house,” said Woot.

  “Let’s go down,” suggested the Scarecrow. “I’m almost sure I can see a straw-stack in the back yard.”

  They descended the hollow, which was rather steep at the sides, and soon came to the house, which was indeed rather small. Woot knocked upon a door that was not much higher than his waist, but got no reply. He knocked again, but not a sound was heard.

  “Smoke is coming out of the chimney,” announced Polychrome, who was dancing lightly through the garden, where cabbages and beets and turnips and the like were growing finely.

  “Then someone surely lives here,” said Woot, and knocked again.

  Now a window at the side of the house opened and a queer head appeared. It was white and hairy and had a long snout and little round eyes. The ears were hidden by a blue sunbonnet tied under the chin.

  “Oh; it’s a pig!” exclaimed Woot.

  “Pardon me; I am Mrs. Squealina Swyne, wife of Professor Grunter Swyne, and this is our home,” said the one in the window. “What do you want?”

  “What sort of a Professor is your husband?” inquired the Tin Woodman curiously.

  “He is Professor of Cabbage Culture and Corn Perfection. He is very famous in his own family, and would be the wonder of the world if he went abroad,” said Mrs. Swyne in a voice that was half proud and half irritable. “I must also inform you intruders that the Professor is a dangerous individual, for he files his teeth every morning until they are sharp as needles. If you are butchers, you’d better run away and avoid trouble.”

  “We are not butchers,” the Tin Woodman assured her.

  “Then what are you doing with that axe? And why has the other tin man a sword?”

  “They are the only weapons we have to defend our friends from their enemies,” explained the Emperor of the Winkies, and Woot added:

  “Do not be afraid of us, Mrs. Swyne, for we are harmless travelers. The tin men and the Scarecrow never eat anything and Polychrome feasts only on dewdrops. As for me, I’m rather hungry, but there is plenty of food in your garden to satisfy me.”

  Professor Swyne now joined his wife at the window, looking rather scared in spite of the boy’s assuring speech. He wore a blue Munchkin hat, with pointed crown and broad brim, and big spectacles covered his eyes. He peeked around from behind his wife and after looking hard at the strangers, he said:

  “My wisdom assures me that you are merely travelers, as you say, and not butchers. Butchers have reason to be afraid of me, but you are safe. We cannot invite you in, for you are too big for our house, but the boy who eats is welcome to all the carrots and turnips he wants. Make yourselves at home in the garden and stay all night, if you like; but in the morning you must go away, for we are quiet people and do not care for company.”

  “May I have some of your straw?” asked the Scarecrow.

  “Help yourself,” replied Professor Swyne.

  “For pigs, they’re quite respectable,” remarked Woot, as they all went toward the straw-stack.

  “I’m glad they didn’t invite us in,” said Captain Fyter. “I hope I’m not too particular about my associates, but I draw the line at pigs.”

  The Scarecrow was glad to be rid of his hay, for during the long walk it had sagged down and made him fat and squatty and more bumpy than at first.

  “I’m not specially proud,” he said, “but I love a manly figure, such as only straw stuffing can create. I’ve not felt like myself since that hungry Hip-po ate my last straw.”

  Polychrome and Woot set to work removing the hay and then they selected the finest straw, crisp and golden, and with it stuffed the Scarecrow anew. He certainly looked better after the operation, and he was so pleased at being reformed that he tried to dance a little jig, and almost succeeded.

  “I shall sleep under the straw-stack tonight,” Woot decided, after he had eaten some of the vegetables from the garden, and in fact he slept very well, with the two tin men and the Scarecrow sitting silently beside him and Polychrome away somewhere in the moonlight dancing her fairy dances.

  At daybreak the Tin Woodman and the Tin Soldier took occasion to polish their bodies and oil their joints, for both were exceedingly careful of their personal appearance. They had forgotten the quarrel due to their accidental bumping of one another in the invisible country, and being now good friends the Tin Woodman polished the Tin Soldier’s back for him and then the Tin Soldier polished the Tin Woodman’s back.

  For breakfast the Wanderer ate crisp lettuce and radishes, and the Rainbow’s Daughter, who had now returned to her friends, sipped the dewdrops that had formed on the petals of the wild-flowers.

  As they passed the little house to renew their journey, Woot called out:

  “Good-bye, Mr. and Mrs. Swyne!”

  The window opened and the two pigs looked out.

  “A pleasant journey,” said the Professor.

  “Have you any children?” asked the Scarecrow, who was a great friend of children.

  “We have nine,” answered the Professor; “but they do not live with us, for when they were tiny piglets the Wizard of Oz came here and offered to care for them and to educate them. So we let him have our nine tiny piglets, for he’s a good Wizard and can be relied upon to keep his promises.”

  “I know the Nine Tiny Piglets,” said the Tin Woodman.

  “So do I,” said the Scarecrow. “They still live in the Emerald City, and the Wizard takes good care of them and teaches them to do all sorts of tricks.”

  “Did they ever grow up?” inquired Mrs. Squealina Swyne, in an anxious voice.

  “No,” answered the Scarecrow; “like all other children in the Land of Oz, they will always remain children, and in the case of the tiny piglets that is a good thing, because they would not be nearly so cute and cunning if they were bigger.”

  “But are they happy?” asked Mrs. Swyne.

  “Everyone in the Emerald City is happy,” said the Tin Woodman. “They can’t help it.”

  Then the travelers said good-bye, and climbed the side of the basin that was toward Mount Munch.

  Chapter Twenty-One.Polychrome’s Magic

  On this morning, which ought to be the last of this important journey, our friends started away as bright and cheery as could be, and Woot whistled a merry tune so that Polychrome could dance to the music.

  On reaching the top of the hill, the plain spread out before them in all its beauty of blue grasses and wildflowers, and Mount Munch seemed much nearer than it had the previous evening. They trudged on at a brisk pace, and by noon the mountain was so close that they could admire its appearance. Its slopes were partly clothed with pretty evergreens, and its foot-hills were tufted with a slender waving bluegrass that had a tassel on the end of every blade. And, for the first time, they perceived, near the foot of the mountain, a charming house, not of great size but neatly painted and with many flowers surrounding it and vines climbing over the doors and windows.

  It was toward this solitary house that our travelers now directed their steps, thinking to inquire of the people who lived there where Nimmie Amee might be found.

  There were no paths, but the way was quite open and clear, and they were drawing near to the dwelling when Woot the Wanderer, who was then in the lead of the little party, halted with such an abrupt jerk that he stumbled over backward and lay flat on his back in the meadow. The Scarecrow stopped to look at the boy.

  “Why did you do that?” he asked in surprise.

  Woot sat up and gazed around him in amazement.

  “I—I don’t know!” he replied.

  The two tin men, arm in arm, started to pass them when both halted and tumbled, with a great clatter, into a heap beside Woot. Polychrome, laughing at the absurd sight, came dancing up and she, also, came to a sudden stop, but managed to save herself from falling.

  Everyone of them was much astonished, and the Scarecrow said with a puzzled look:

  “I don’t see anything.”

  “Nor I,” said Woot; “but something hit me, just the same.”

  “Some invisible person struck me a heavy blow,” declared the Tin Woodman, struggling to separate himself from the Tin Soldier, whose legs and arms were mixed with his own.

  “I’m not sure it was a person,” said Polychrome, looking more grave than usual. “It seems to me that I merely ran into some hard substance which barred my way. In order to make sure of this, let me try another place.”

  She ran back a way and then with much caution advanced in a different place, but when she reached a position on a line with the others she halted, her arms outstretched before her.

  “I can feel something hard—something smooth as glass,” she said, “but I’m sure it is not glass.”

  “Let me try,” suggested Woot, getting up; but when he tried to go forward, he discovered the same barrier that Polychrome had encountered.

  “No,” he said, “it isn’t glass. But what is it?”

  “Air,” replied a small voice beside him. “Solid air; that’s all.”

  They all looked downward and found a sky-blue rabbit had stuck his head out of a burrow in the ground. The rabbit’s eyes were a deeper blue than his fur, and the pretty creature seemed friendly and unafraid.

  “Air!” exclaimed Woot, staring in astonishment into the rabbit’s blue eyes; “whoever heard of air so solid that one cannot push it aside?”

  “You can’t push this air aside,” declared the rabbit, “for it was made hard by powerful sorcery, and it forms a wall that is intended to keep people from getting to that house yonder.”

  “Oh; it’s a wall, is it?” said the Tin Woodman.

  “Yes, it is really a wall,” answered the rabbit, “and it is fully six feet thick.”

  “How high is it?” inquired Captain Fyter, the Tin Soldier.

  “Oh, ever so high; perhaps a mile,” said the rabbit.

  “Couldn’t we go around it?” asked Woot.

  “Of course, for the wall is a circle,” explained the rabbit. “In the center of the circle stands the house, so you may walk around the Wall of Solid Air, but you can’t get to the house.”

  “Who put the air wall around the house?” was the Scarecrow’s question.

  “Nimmie Amee did that.”

  “Nimmie Amee!” they all exclaimed in surprise.

  “Yes,” answered the rabbit. “She used to live with an old Witch, who was suddenly destroyed, and when Nimmie Amee ran away from the Witch’s house, she took with her just one magic formula—pure sorcery it was—which enabled her to build this air wall around her house—the house yonder. It was quite a clever idea, I think, for it doesn’t mar the beauty of the landscape, solid air being invisible, and yet it keeps all strangers away from the house.”

  “Does Nimmie Amee live there now?” asked the Tin Woodman anxiously.

  “Yes, indeed,” said the rabbit.

  “And does she weep and wail from morning till night?” continued the Emperor.

  “No; she seems quite happy,” asserted the rabbit.

  The Tin Woodman seemed quite disappointed to hear this report of his old sweetheart, but the Scarecrow reassured his friend, saying:

  “Never mind, your Majesty; however happy Nimmie Amee is now, I’m sure she will be much happier as Empress of the Winkies.”

  “Perhaps,” said Captain Fyter, somewhat stiffly, “she will be still more happy to become the bride of a Tin Soldier.”

  “She shall choose between us, as we have agreed,” the Tin Woodman promised; “but how shall we get to the poor girl?”

  Polychrome, although dancing lightly back and forth, had listened to every word of the conversation. Now she came forward and sat herself down just in front of the Blue Rabbit, her many-hued draperies giving her the appearance of some beautiful flower. The rabbit didn’t back away an inch. Instead, he gazed at the Rainbow’s Daughter admiringly.

  “Does your burrow go underneath this Wall of Air?” asked Polychrome.

  “To be sure,” answered the Blue Rabbit; “I dug it that way so I could roam in these broad fields, by going out one way, or eat the cabbages in Nimmie Amee’s garden by leaving my burrow at the other end. I don’t think Nimmie Amee ought to mind the little I take from her garden, or the hole I’ve made under her magic wall. A rabbit may go and come as he pleases, but no one who is bigger than I am could get through my burrow.”

  “Will you allow us to pass through it, if we are able to?” inquired Polychrome.

  “Yes, indeed,” answered the Blue Rabbit. “I’m no especial friend of Nimmie Amee, for once she threw stones at me, just because I was nibbling some lettuce, and only yesterday she yelled ‘Shoo!’ at me, which made me nervous. You’re welcome to use my burrow in any way you choose.”

  “But this is all nonsense!” declared Woot the Wanderer. “We are every one too big to crawl through a rabbit’s burrow.”

  “We are too big now,” agreed the Scarecrow, “but you must remember that Polychrome is a fairy, and fairies have many magic powers.”

  Woot’s face brightened as he turned to the lovely Daughter of the Rainbow.

  “Could you make us all as small as that rabbit?” he asked eagerly.

  “I can try,” answered Polychrome, with a smile. And presently she did it—so easily that Woot was not the only one astonished. As the now tiny people grouped themselves before the rabbit’s burrow the hole appeared to them like the entrance to a tunnel, which indeed it was.

  “I’ll go first,” said wee Polychrome, who had made herself grow as small as the others, and into the tunnel she danced without hesitation. A tiny Scarecrow went next and then the two funny little tin men.

  “Walk in; it’s your turn,” said the Blue Rabbit to Woot the Wanderer. “I’m coming after, to see how you get along. This will be a regular surprise party to Nimmie Amee.”

  So Woot entered the hole and felt his way along its smooth sides in the dark until he finally saw the glimmer of daylight ahead and knew the journey was almost over. Had he remained his natural size, the distance could have been covered in a few steps, but to a thumb-high Woot it was quite a promenade. When he emerged from the burrow he found himself but a short distance from the house, in the center of the vegetable garden, where the leaves of rhubarb waving above his head seemed like trees. Outside the hole, and waiting for him, he found all his friends.

  “So far, so good!” remarked the Scarecrow cheerfully.

  “Yes; so far, but no farther,” returned the Tin Woodman in a plaintive and disturbed tone of voice. “I am now close to Nimmie Amee, whom I have come ever so far to seek, but I cannot ask the girl to marry such a little man as I am now.”

  “I’m no bigger than a toy soldier!” said Captain Fyter, sorrowfully. “Unless Polychrome can make us big again, there is little use in our visiting Nimmie Amee at all, for I’m sure she wouldn’t care for a husband she might carelessly step on and ruin.”

  Polychrome laughed merrily.