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In
the
morning
she
leaned
out
of
the
window
of
her
prison
in
the
tower
to
see
if
there
was
any
way
to
escape
.
The
room
was
not
so
very
high
up
,
when
compared
with
our
modern
buildings
,
but
it
was
far
enough
above
the
trees
and
farm
houses
to
give
her
a
good
view
of
the
surrounding
country
.
To
the
east
she
saw
the
forest
,
with
the
sands
beyond
it
and
the
ocean
beyond
that
.
There
was
even
a
dark
speck
upon
the
shore
that
she
thought
might
be
the
chicken
-
coop
in
which
she
had
arrived
at
this
singular
country
.
Then
she
looked
to
the
north
,
and
saw
a
deep
but
narrow
valley
lying
between
two
rocky
mountains
,
and
a
third
mountain
that
shut
off
the
valley
at
the
further
end
.
Westward
the
fertile
Land
of
Ev
suddenly
ended
a
little
way
from
the
palace
,
and
the
girl
could
see
miles
and
miles
of
sandy
desert
that
stretched
further
than
her
eyes
could
reach
.
It
was
this
desert
,
she
thought
,
with
much
interest
,
that
alone
separated
her
from
the
wonderful
Land
of
Oz
,
and
she
remembered
sorrowfully
that
she
had
been
told
no
one
had
ever
been
able
to
cross
this
dangerous
waste
but
herself
.
Once
a
cyclone
had
carried
her
across
it
,
and
a
magical
pair
of
silver
shoes
had
carried
her
back
again
.
But
now
she
had
neither
a
cyclone
nor
silver
shoes
to
assist
her
,
and
her
condition
was
sad
indeed
.
For
she
had
become
the
prisoner
of
a
disagreeable
princess
who
insisted
that
she
must
exchange
her
head
for
another
one
that
she
was
not
used
to
,
and
which
might
not
fit
her
at
all
.
Really
,
there
seemed
no
hope
of
help
for
her
from
her
old
friends
in
the
Land
of
Oz
.
Thoughtfully
she
gazed
from
her
narrow
window
.
On
all
the
desert
not
a
living
thing
was
stirring
.
Wait
,
though
!
Something
surely
WAS
stirring
on
the
desert
-
-
something
her
eyes
had
not
observed
at
first
.
Now
it
seemed
like
a
cloud
;
now
it
seemed
like
a
spot
of
silver
;
now
it
seemed
to
be
a
mass
of
rainbow
colors
that
moved
swiftly
toward
her
.
What
COULD
it
be
,
she
wondered
?
Then
,
gradually
,
but
in
a
brief
space
of
time
nevertheless
,
the
vision
drew
near
enough
to
Dorothy
to
make
out
what
it
was
.
A
broad
green
carpet
was
unrolling
itself
upon
the
desert
,
while
advancing
across
the
carpet
was
a
wonderful
procession
that
made
the
girl
open
her
eyes
in
amazement
as
she
gazed
.
First
came
a
magnificent
golden
chariot
,
drawn
by
a
great
Lion
and
an
immense
Tiger
,
who
stood
shoulder
to
shoulder
and
trotted
along
as
gracefully
as
a
well
-
matched
team
of
thoroughbred
horses
.
And
standing
upright
within
the
chariot
was
a
beautiful
girl
clothed
in
flowing
robes
of
silver
gauze
and
wearing
a
jeweled
diadem
upon
her
dainty
head
.
She
held
in
one
hand
the
satin
ribbons
that
guided
her
astonishing
team
,
and
in
the
other
an
ivory
wand
that
separated
at
the
top
into
two
prongs
,
the
prongs
being
tipped
by
the
letters
"
O
"
and
"
Z
"
,
made
of
glistening
diamonds
set
closely
together
.
