sat herself lightly upon the flat head, holding the bundle of the Scarecrow's raiment in her hand. Slowly the elastic neck stretched out until it reached the far side of the ditch, when the beast lowered his head and permitted the beautiful fairy to leap to the ground.
Woot made the queer journey next, and then the Tin Soldier and the Tin Woodman went over, and all were well pleased to have overcome this serious barrier to their progress.
'Now, Soldier, cut the hay,' said the Scarecrow's head, which was still held by Woot the Wanderer.
'I'd like to, but I can't stoop over, with my bent leg, without falling,' replied Captain Fyter.
'What can we do about that leg, anyhow?' asked Woot, appealing to Polychrome.
She danced around in a circle several times without replying, and the boy feared she had not heard him; but the Rainbow's Daughter was merely thinking upon the problem, and presently she paused beside the Tin Soldier and said:
'I've been taught a little fairy magic, but I've never before been asked to mend tin legs with it, so I'm not sure I can help you. It all depends on the good will of my unseen fairy guardians, so I'll try, and if I fail, you will be no worse off than you are now.'
She danced around the circle again, and then laid both hands upon the twisted tin leg and sang in her sweet voice:
'Fairy Powers, come to my aid!
This bent leg of tin is made;
Make it straight and strong and true,
And I'll render thanks to you.'
'Ah!' murmured Captain Fyter in a glad voice, as she withdrew her hands and danced away, and they saw he was standing straight as ever, because his leg was as shapely and strong as it had been before his accident.
The Tin Woodman had watched Polychrome with much interest, and he now said:
'Please take the dent out of my side, Poly, for I am more crippled than was the Soldier.'
So the Rainbow's Daughter touched his side lightly and sang:
'Here's a dent by accident;
Such a thing was never meant.
Fairy Powers, so wondrous great,
Make our dear Tin Woodman straight!'
'Good!' cried the Emperor, again standing erect and strutting around to show his fine figure. 'Your fairy magic may not be able to accomplish all things, sweet Polychrome, but it works splendidly on tin. Thank you very much.'
'The hay – the hay!' pleaded the Scarecrow's head.
'Oh, yes; the hay,' said Woot. 'What are you waiting for, Captain Fyter?'
At once the Tin Soldier set to work cutting hay with his sword and in a few minutes there was quite enough with which to stuff the Scarecrow's body. Woot and Polychrome did this and it was no easy task because the hay packed together more than straw and as they had little experience in such work their job, when completed, left the Scarecrow's arms and legs rather bunchy. Also there was a hump on his back which made Woot laugh and say it reminded him of a camel, but it was the best they could do and when the head was fastened on to the body they asked the Scarecrow how he felt.
'A little heavy, and not quite natural,' he cheerfully replied; 'but I'll get along somehow until we reach a straw-stack. Don't laugh at me, please, because I'm a little ashamed of myself and I don't want to regret a good action.'
They started at once in the direction of Mount Munch, and as the Scarecrow proved very clumsy in his movements, Woot took one of his arms and the Tin Woodman the other and so helped their friend to walk in a straight line.
And the Rainbow's Daughter, as before, danced ahead of them and behind them and all around them, and they never minded her odd ways, because to them she was like a ray of sunshine.
Chapter Twenty
Over Night
The Land of the Munchkins is full of surprises, as our travelers had already learned, and although Mount Munch was constantly growing larger as they advanced toward it, they knew it was still a long way off and were not certain, by any means, that they had escaped all danger or encountered their last adventure.
The plain was broad, and as far as the eye could see, there seemed to be a level stretch of country between them and the mountain, but toward evening they came upon a hollow, in which stood a tiny blue Munchkin dwelling with a garden around it and fields of grain filling in all the rest of the hollow.
They did not discover this place until they came close to the edge of it, and they were astonished at the sight that greeted them because they had imagined that this part of the plain had no inhabitants.
'It's a very small house,' Woot declared. 'I wonder who lives there?'
'The way to find out is to knock on the door and ask,' replied the Tin Woodman. 'Perhaps it is the home of Nimmie Amee.'
'Is she a dwarf?' asked the boy.
'No, indeed; Nimmie Amee is a full sized woman.'
'Then I'm sure she couldn't live in that little house,' said Woot.
'Let's go down,' suggested the Scarecrow. 'I'm almost sure I can see a straw-stack in the back yard.'
They descended the hollow, which was rather steep at the sides, and soon came to the house, which was indeed rather small. Woot knocked upon a door that was not much higher than his waist, but got no reply. He knocked again, but not a sound was heard.
'Smoke is coming out of the chimney,' announced Polychrome, who was dancing lightly through the garden, where cabbages and beets and turnips and the like were growing finely.
'Then someone surely lives here,' said Woot, and knocked again.
Now a window at the side of the house opened and a queer head appeared. It was white and hairy and had a long snout and little round eyes. The ears were hidden by a blue sunbonnet tied under the chin.
'Oh; it's a pig!' exclaimed Woot.
'Pardon me; I am Mrs. Squealina Swyne, wife of Professor Grunter Swyne, and this is our home,' said the one in the window. 'What do you want?'
'What sort of a Professor is your husband?' inquired the Tin Woodman curiously.
'He is Professor of Cabbage Culture and Corn Perfection. He is very famous in his own family, and would be the wonder of the world if he went abroad,' said Mrs. Swyne in a voice that was half proud and half irritable. 'I must also inform you intruders that the Professor is a dangerous individual, for he files his teeth every morning until they are sharp as needles. If you are butchers, you'd better run away and avoid trouble.'
'We are not butchers,' the Tin Woodman assured her.
'Then what are you doing with that axe? And why has the other tin man a sword?'
'They are the only weapons we have to defend our friends from their enemies,' explained the Emperor of the Winkies, and Woot added:
'Do not be afraid of us, Mrs. Swyne, for we are harmless travelers. The tin men and the Scarecrow never eat anything and Polychrome feasts only on dewdrops. As for me, I'm rather hungry, but there is plenty of food in your garden to satisfy me.'
Professor Swyne now joined his wife at the window, looking rather scared in spite of the boy's assuring speech. He wore a blue Munchkin hat, with pointed crown and broad brim, and big spectacles covered his eyes. He peeked around from behind his wife and after looking hard at the strangers, he said:
'My wisdom assures me that you are merely travelers, as you say, and not butchers. Butchers have reason to be afraid of me, but you are safe. We cannot invite you in, for you are too big for our house, but the boy who eats
