"This is queer," mused Dorothy, looking at
the water reflectively. "Why should there be
any road, if the river stops everyone walking
along it?"
"Wow!" said Toto, gazing earnestly into her
face.
"That's the best answer you'll get," declared
the Scarecrow, with his comical smile, "for no
one knows any more than Toto about this road."
Said Scraps:
"Ev'ry time I see a river,
I have chills that make me shiver,
For I never can forget
All the water's very wet.
If my patches get a soak
It will be a sorry joke;
So to swim I'll never try
Till I find the water dry."
"Try to control yourself, Scraps," said Ojo;
"you're getting crazy again. No one intends to swim
that river."
"No," decided Dorothy, "we couldn't swim it
if we tried. It's too big a river, and the water
moves awful fast."
"There ought to be a ferryman with a boat,"
said the Scarecrow; "but I don't see any."
"Couldn't we make a raft?" suggested Ojo.
"There's nothing to make one of," answered
Dorothy.
"Wow!" said Toto again, and Dorothy saw he
was looking along the bank of the river.
"Why, he sees a house over there!" cried the
little girl. "I wonder we didn't notice it
ourselves.
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