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It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings.
“are you a real witch?” “Yes, indeed;” answered the little woman. “But I am a Good Witch, and the people love me.
“No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.”
“Don’t you dare to bite Toto! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a big beast like you, to bite a poor little dog!”
“Can’t you give me brains?” asked the Scarecrow. “You don’t need them. You are learning something every day. A baby has brains, but it doesn’t know much. Experience is the only thing that brings knowledge, and the longer you are on earth the more experience you are sure to get.”
“Is there no one who can help me?” asked Dorothy earnestly. “Glinda might,” he suggested. “Who is Glinda?” enquired the Scarecrow. “The Witch of the South. She is the most powerful of all the Witches, and rules over the Quadlings. Besides, her castle stands on the edge of the desert, so she may know a way to cross it.” “Glinda is a Good Witch, isn’t she?” asked the child. “The Quadlings think she is good,” said the soldier, “and she is kind to everyone.
