The clown was repeating to himself Mustafa's warning, and trying to recall some mention
country as Mudge
geographies he had studied
The little boy was thinking that
yesterday
calmly eating oatmeal and apple sauce, with nothing more exciting ahead than lessons and bed
Perhaps
asleep, and dreaming about lions and blue whiskered Mudgers
He touched Notta experimentally,
if
disappear or turn suddenly
harsh-voiced matron
orphan asylum
But the clown only turned
neat somersault, walked
few paces
hands and sat down again

"Bob," asked the clown, tilting his cap forward so
scratch his ear, "do I look like
lion hunter ? "
Bob Up shook his head slowly and almost laughed
Something inside tickled tremendously, but he remembered, just
, that laughing was against the rules
orphan home, so he swallowed instead

"We're both lion hunters," observed the clown reflectively, "
being the case we had better start hunting at once,
would never do
lions
us first
It's like
game of hide-and-seek, Bob
hunting him, this Cowardly Lion
But
stop hunting, then we're it
In
game of hide-and-seek with
lion, it's your hide or his
Being it, means being et, hide-and-seek and all ! "
Notta glanced slyly at Bob
corner
eye
whether he were going to smile
Bob was looking uncertainly
forest, stretching so darkly ahead, and thinking
just as soon not play this game of hide-and-seek at all
But as Notta had already started toward the forest,
nothing for him
but follow
The short, spring afternoon was drawing to
close and
round silver moon showed faintly over the tree tops

"Things
lot better, and again
lot worse," mused Notta,
walked along under the trees
"Why,
were
home,
probably be eating corn meal mush for supper and-"
"
we going
for supper, Notta ? " asked Bob, looking up
clown inquiringly
"Well, hurrah ! " shouted the clown, turning
rapid cartwheel
"You're getting on, my lad; called me Notta as natural as
brother
supper, that depends on Mustafa
Let's see what the old rascal
us
"
On
flat stump that happened
near, Notta opened
packets and set out
regular feast
There were dozens of small meat sandwiches, there were ripe figs,
jar of honey, and
little jug full of blue tea, which they found most refreshing
After they had feasted, Notta carefully packed up the rest and, feeling more cheerful, the two cowardly lion hunters stepped along
forest

"
't make out where
, at all," said the clown presently, "but in
country where lions talk, and verses fling one about, it's safer to obey orders, don't
so, Bob Up, my boy ?
travel towards this Emerald City
obeying orders
safe from Mustafa's ring
When we get
time enough to worry
Cowardly Lion
Now take an Emerald City, Bob; did you ever hear
place ? Why, it's as strange as blue whiskers and cowardly lions
Everything's strange
,
we've fallen into
fairy tales
I always had
kind of notion they were true ! "
"But the Cowardly Lion liked Dorothy," burst out Bob quite unexpectedly, "so maybe
like us
" He
turning slowly over
mind the few facts he had managed to read
lion book

"Why, bless my heart ! " cried the clown, looking down at Bob admiringly, "so
, and furthermore, didn't that book say Dorothy was from Kansas ? "
Bob Up nodded solemnly

"Well, then everything's clear as candy ! "
Notta turned
somersault from pure relief
"We'll go straight
Emerald City and tell our troubles to Dorothy, and when she learns that
United States, surely she will
back, and
take
couple of talking lions along our fortune
made
Why, even Barnum and Bailey never showed
talking lion
"
Notta was so enthusiastic
that he fairly bounced along
But Bob was growing sleepy
it harder and harder
pace with Notta's long legs, and finally fell sprawling over the roots of
large tree
Notta had him up in
minute

"Lights out ? " chuckled the clown, touching Bob's eyelids gently
"Well, then, let's go to bed
It's too dark
on, anyway

"I don't see any beds," sighed Bob, leaning wearily against the clown's knee

"Neither do I," admitted the clown, "but we'll just pretend we're flowers, and sleep
ground
" In
minute the clown had raked
pile of leaves together under the tree and placed Bob carefully
center

"Are there any bears
wood ? " asked Bob, looking around doubtfully
quite dark now,
moonlight sifting
leaves made queer shapes out of all the shadows
"This isn't
bear forest," said Notta positively
"
it's
fairy forest, Bob,
reminds me of
song I used
"
Reaching over, Notta pulled the little boy into his big, comfortable lap, and with
twinkle
eyes he put his back against the tree and began to sing:
"Oh the moon's
balloon On
silvery string,
Sandman holds on
tight ! 'Tis
ticklish task-What would happen, I ask, If he let it fly off some fine night ?
"But
Seven points to
star, That might puncture the moon; and
steeple Would finish it quite ! How we'd miss it at night,
moon means
to some people ! "
another verse
song, and Bob, leaning drowsily against Notta's chest, thought he had never heard anything so perfectly beautiful
He had never sat on
real lap before, nor had
song sung especially for him
So the little boy snuggled down contentedly, his eyes straying
moon, just visible above the tree tops
Why,
string
,
bright silver string, and
little, old man was holding
end, just as Notta had sung !
"Fast asleep," muttered the clown, holding Bob
bit tighter
And so
fast asleep and dreaming
sandman's balloon
Notta meant
awake, for
not so sure there were no bears
dark forest, but the day's experiences had so tired him that, in
short time,
sound asleep himself

No sooner had Notta's eyes closed, than
little, bent fairyman came tiptoeing from behind the tree
He held his lantern close to Notta's face

"Such
beautiful voice," sighed the little fellow to himself
"It
shame
it swallowed up by
forest creatures
And this
child
" He held his lantern close to Bob's red head
He watched them for
while in silence, then pulling his silvery beard thoughtfully, set the little red lantern beside them and pattered off
darkness

Notta
right
fairy forest
Every forest
wonderful land of Oz is
fairy forest, inhabited by strange creatures and peoples
But the clown's song had so pleased the old fairyman that he determined to protect the two strangers from all harm, and though many bears and other beasts came snuffling past, they dared not approach,
red lantern told them plainly
"Claws off
" So grumbling and growling, they went searching further for their dinners

The little lantern disappeared
first ray of sunshine and, quite unconscious
dangers they had slept through, Notta and Bob awoke almost
same minute

"Well," yawned Notta, winking the only eye he had open, "we're still here,
" He rolled over and over and turned
dozen handsprings
the kinks out
back
"I've often wondered what made flowers so stiff and now
It's sleeping
ground
I'm glad I'm not
flower, aren't you, Bob ? "
Bob nodded and hopped up quite briskly
fine breeze blowing,
day was so sunny and bright that
ready for anything, and just to look at Notta made him feel happy

"
we'll find the Emerald City today ? " he asked, skipping along beside the clown, who was making for
little brook just ahead

"Well, according to Mustafa, it ought
three days," answered Notta
"But Mustafa was never in
circus, and anyone who
in
circus can travel three times as fast as other folks, so I shouldn't be surprised at all
were
eating our supper
Emerald City tonight
If I had only wished old Billy along he
carried us in style
"
"The elephant ? " exclaimed Bob, with round eyes
The clown nodded and, kneeling down
edge
brook, began to splash water
face and hands
Bob did the same, and had just taken off his shoes
to paddle properly, when
cry from Notta made him pause

"Now I've done it," wailed the clown dolefully, jumping up and down

"What ? " asked Bob curiously

"Washed my face
" Notta pointed
face,
quite red and shiny
cold water
'And I haven't any powder !
any powder, Bob ? Oh, my ! Cold pie ! It's hard enough
funny with
white face, but without one I simply
joke at all
Whatever's
of us ? I'm no clown

Bob was terribly distressed, for if Notta couldn't be funny nothing would seem the same
hastily
pockets-not that he expected
anything, but because he didn't know what else
and
last one his hand closed on
bag of candy the old gentleman had bought for him
circus
squashed and sticky from being slept on,
but mechanically Bob handed it over

"Why, it's marshmallows ! " cried Notta in delight
"Bob,
saved the honor
profession