out　into　the　garden；　some　time　ago；　but　the　old　man　with
  the　wooden　leg　they　had　not　seen　at　all。
  Therefore　Trot；　not　knowing　what　else　to　do；　rambled
  through　the　great　gardens；　seeking　for　Button…Bright　or
  Cap'n　Bill　and　not　finding　either　of　them。　This　part　of
  the　garden；　which　lay　before　the　castle；　was　not　walled
  in；　but　extended　to　the　roadway；　and　the　paths　were　open
  to　the　edge　of　the　forest；　so；　after　two　hours　of　vain
  search　for　her　friends；　the　little　girl　returned　to　the
  castle。
  But　at　the　doorway　a　soldier　stopped　her。
  〃I　live　here；〃　said　Trot；　〃so　it's　all　right　to　let
  me　in。　The　King　has　given　me　a　room。〃
  〃Well；　he　has　taken　it　back　again；〃　was　the　soldier's
  reply。　〃His　Majesty's　orders　are　to　turn　you　away　if　you
  attempt　to　enter。　I　am　also　ordered　to　forbid　the　boy；
  your　companion；　to　again　enter　the　King's　castle。〃
  〃How　'bout　Cap'n　Bill？〃　she　inquired。
  〃Why；　it　seems　he　has　mysteriously　disappeared；〃
  replied　the　soldier；　shaking　his　head　ominously。　〃Where
  he　has　gone　to；　I　can't　make　out；　but　I　can　assure　you　he
  is　no　longer　in　this　castle。　I'm　sorry；　little　girl；　to
  disappoint　you。　Don't　blame　me；　I　must　obey　my　master's
  orders。〃
  Now；　all　her　life　Trot　had　been　accustomed　to　depend　on
  Cap'n　Bill；　so　when　this　good　friend　was　suddenly　taken
  from　her　she　felt　very　miserable　and　forlorn　indeed。　She
  was　brave　enough　not　to　cry　before　the　soldier；　or　even
  to　let　him　see　her　grief　and　anxiety；　but　after　she　was
  turned　away　from　the　castle　she　sought　a　quiet　bench　in
  the　garden　and　for　a　time　sobbed　as　if　her　heart　would
  break。
  It　was　Button…Bright　who　found　her；　at　last；　just　as
  the　sun　had　set　and　the　shades　of　evening　were　falling。
  He　also　had　been　turned　away　from　the　King's　castle；　when
  he　tried　to　enter　it；　and　in　the　park　he　came　across
  Trot。
  〃Never　mind；〃　said　the　boy。　〃We　can　find　a　place　to
  sleep。〃
  〃I　want　Cap'n　Bill；〃　wailed　the　girl。
  〃Well；　so　do　I；〃　was　the　reply。　〃But　we　haven't　got
  him。　Where　do　you　s'pose　he　is；　Trot？
  〃I　don't　s'pose　anything。　He's　gone；　an'　that's　all　I
  know　'bout　it。〃
  Button…Bright　sat　on　the　bench　beside　her　and　thrust
  his　hands　in　the　pockets　of　his　knickerbockers。　Then　he
  reflected　somewhat　gravely　for　him。
  〃Cap'n　Bill　isn't　around　here；〃　he　said；　letting　his
  eyes　wander　over　the　dim　garden；　〃so　we　must　go　somewhere
  else　if　we　want　to　find　him。　　Besides；　it's　fast　getting
  dark；　and　if　we　want　to　find　a　place　to　sleep　we　must　get
  busy　while　we　can　see　where　to　go。〃
  He　rose　from　the　bench　as　he　said　this　and　Trot　also
  jumped　up；　drying　her　eyes　on　her　apron。　Then　she　walked
  beside　him　out　of　the　grounds　of　the　King's　castle。　They
  did　not　go　by　the　main　path；　but　passed　through　an
  opening　in　a　hedge　and　found　themselves　in　a　small　but
  well…worn　roadway。　Following　this　for　some　distance；
  along　a　winding　way；　they　came　upon　no　house　or　building
  that　would　afford　them　refuge　for　the　night。　It　became　so
  dark　that　they　could　scarcely　see　their　way；　and　finally
  Trot　stopped　and　suggested　that　they　camp　under　a　tree。
  〃All　right；〃　said　Button…Bright；　〃I've　often　found　that
  leaves　make　a　good　warm　blanket。　But　　look　there；　Trot！
  isn't　that　a　light　flashing　over　yonder？〃
  〃It　certainly　is；　Button…Bright。　Let's　go　over　and　see
  if　it's　a　house。　Whoever　lives　there　couldn't　treat　us
  worse　than　the　King　did。〃
  To　reach　the　light　they　had　to　leave　the　road；　so　they
  stumbled　over　hillocks　and　brushwood；　hand　in　hand；
  keeping　the　tiny　speck　of　light　always　in　sight。
  They　were　rather　forlorn　little　waifs；　outcasts　in　a
  strange　country　and　forsaken　by　their　only　friend　and
  guardian；　Cap'n　Bill。　So　they　were　very　glad　when　finally
  they　reached　a　small　cottage　and；　looking　in　through　its
  one　window；　saw　Pon；　the　gardener's　boy；　sitting　by　a
  fire　of　twigs。
  As　Trot　opened　the　door　and　walked　boldly　in；　Pon
  sprang　up　to　greet　them。　They　told　him　of　Cap'n　Bill's
  disappearance　and　how　they　had　been　turned　out　of　the
  King's　castle。　As　they　finished　the　story　Pon　shook　his
  head　sadly。
  〃King　Krewl　is　plotting　mischief；　I　fear；〃　said　he；
  〃for　to…day　he　sent　for　old　Blinkie；　the　Wicked　Witch；
  and　with　my　own　eyes　I　saw　her　come　from　the　castle　and
  hobble　away　toward　her　hut。　She　had　been　with　the　King
  and　Googly…Goo；　and　I　was　afraid　they　were　going　to　work
  some　enchantment　on　Gloria　so　she　would　no　longer　love
  me。　But　perhaps　the　witch　was　only　called　to　the　castle
  to　enchant　your　friend；　Cap'n　Bill。〃
  〃Could　she　do　that？〃　asked　Trot；　horrified　by　the
  suggestion。
  〃I　suppose　so；　for　old　Blinkie　can　do　a　lot　of　wicked
  magical　things。〃
  〃What　sort　of　an　enchantment　could　she　put　on　Cap'n
  Bill？〃
  〃I　don't　know。　But　he　has　disappeared；　so　I'm　pretty
  certain　she　has　done　something　dreadful　to　him。　But　don't
  worry。　If　it　has　happened；　it　can't　be　helped；　and　if　it
  hasn't　happened　we　may　be　able　to　find　him　in　the
  morning。〃
  With　this　Pon　went　to　the　cupboard　and　brought　food　for
  them。　Trot　was　far　too　worried　to　eat；　but　Button…Bright
  made　a　good　supper　from　the　simple　food　and　then　lay　down
  before　the　fire　and　went　to　sleep。　The　little　girl　and
  the　gardener's　boy；　however；　sat　for　a　long　time　staring
  into　the　fire；　busy　with　their　thoughts。　But　at　last
  Trot；　too；　became　sleepy　and　Pon　gently　covered　her　with
  the　one　blanket　he　possessed。　Then　he　threw　more　wood　on
  the　fire　and　laid　himself　down　before　it；　next　to　Button…
  Bright。　Soon　all　three　were　fast　asleep。　They　were　in　a
  good　deal　of　trouble；　but　they　were　young；　and　sleep　was
  good　to　them　because　for　a　time　it　made　them　forget。
  Chapter　Thirteen
  Glinda　the　Good　and　the　Scarecrow　of　Oz
  That　country　south　of　the　Emerald　City；　in　the　Land　of
  Oz；　is　known　as　the　Quadling　Country；　and　in　the　very
  southernmost　part　of　it　stands　a　splendid　palace　in　which
  lives　Glinda　the　Good。
  Glinda　is　the　Royal　Sorceress　of　Oz。　She　has　wonderful
  magical　powers　and　uses　them　only　to　benefit　the　subjects
  of　Ozma's　kingdom。　Even　the　famous　Wizard　of　Oz　pays
  tribute　to　her；　for　Glinda　taught　him　all　the　real　magic
  he　knows；　and　she　is　his　superior　in　all　sorts　of　sorcery
  Everyone　loves　Glinda；　from　the　dainty　and　exquisite
  Ruler；　Ozma；　down　to　the　humblest　inhabitant　of　Oz；　for
  she　is　always　kindly　and　helpful　and　willing　to　listen　to
  their　troubles；　however　busy　she　may　be。　No　one　knows　her
  age；　but　all　can　see　how　beautiful　and　stately　she　is。
  Her　hair　is　like　red　gold　and　finer　than　the　finest
  silken　strands。　Her　eyes　are　blue　as　the　sky　and　always
  frank　and　smiling。　Her　cheeks　are　the　envy　of　peach…blows
  and　her　mouth　is　enticing　as　a　rosebud。　Glinda　is　tall
  and　wears　splendid　gowns　that　trail　behind　her　as　she
  walks。　She　wears　no　jewels；　for　her　beauty　would　shame
  them。
  For　attendants　Glinda　has　half　a　hundred　of　the
  loveliest　girls　in　Oz。　They　are　gathered　from　all　over
  Oz；　from　among　the　Winkies；　the　Munchkins；　the　Gillikins
  and　the　Quadlings；　as　well　as　from　Ozma's　magnificent
  Emerald　City；　and　it　is　considered　a　great　favor　to　be
  allowed　to　serve　the　Royal　Sorceress。
  Among　the　many　wonderful　things　in　Glinda's　palace　is
  the　Great　Book　of　Records。　In　this　book　is　inscribed
  everything　that　takes　place　in　all　the　world；　just　the
  instant　it　happens；　so　that　by　referring　to　its　pages
  Glinda　knows　what　is　taking　place　far　and　near；　in　every
  country　that　exists。　In　this　way　she　learns　when　and
  where　she　can　help　any　in　distress　or　danger；　and
  although　her　duties　are　confined　to　assisting　those　who
  inhabit　the　Land　of　Oz；　she　is　always　interested　in　what
  takes　place　in　the　unprotected　outside　world。
  So　it　was　that　on　a　certain　evening　Glinda　sat　in　her
  library；　surrounded　by　a　bevy　of　her　maids；　who　were
  engaged　in　spinning；　weaving　and　embroidery；　when　an
  attendant　announced　the　arrival　at　the　palace　of　the
  Scarecrow。
  This　personage　was　one　of　the　most　famous　and　popular
  in　all　the　Land　of　Oz。　His　body　was　merely　a　suit　of
  Munchkin　clothes　stuffed　with　straw；　but　his　head　was　a
  round　sack　filled　wit