which enabled her to build this air wall around her house – the house yonder. It was quite a clever idea, I think, for it doesn't mar the beauty of the landscape, solid air being invisible, and yet it keeps all strangers away from the house.'
'Does Nimmie Amee live there now?' asked the Tin Woodman anxiously.
'Yes, indeed,' said the rabbit.
'And does she weep and wail from morning till night?' continued the Emperor.
'No; she seems quite happy,' asserted the rabbit.
The Tin Woodman seemed quite disappointed to hear this report of his old sweetheart, but the Scarecrow reassured his friend, saying:
'Never mind, your Majesty; however happy Nimmie Amee is now, I'm sure she will be much happier as Empress of the Winkies.'
'Perhaps,' said Captain Fyter, somewhat stiffly, 'she will be still more happy to become the bride of a Tin Soldier.'
'She shall choose between us, as we have agreed,' the Tin Woodman promised; 'but how shall we get to the poor girl?'
Polychrome, although dancing lightly back and forth, had listened to every word of the conversation. Now she came forward and sat herself down just in front of the Blue Rabbit, her many-hued draperies giving her the appearance of some beautiful flower. The rabbit didn't back away an inch. Instead, he gazed at the Rainbow's Daughter admiringly.
'Does your burrow go underneath this Wall of Air?' asked Polychrome.
'To be sure,' answered the Blue Rabbit; 'I dug it that way so I could roam in these broad fields, by going out one way, or eat the cabbages in Nimmie Amee's garden by leaving my burrow at the other end. I don't think Nimmie Amee ought to mind the little I take from her garden, or the hole I've made under her magic wall. A rabbit may go and come as he pleases, but no one who is bigger than I am could get through my burrow.'
'Will you allow us to pass through it, if we are able to? ' inquired Polychrome.
'Yes, indeed,' answered the Blue Rabbit. 'I'm no especial friend of Nimmie Amee, for once she threw stones at me, just because I was nibbling some lettuce, and only yesterday she yelled 'Shoo!' at me, which made me nervous. You're welcome to use my burrow in any way you choose.'
'But this is all nonsense!' declared Woot the Wanderer. 'We are every one too big to crawl through a rabbit's burrow.'
'We are too big now,' agreed the Scarecrow, 'but you must remember that Polychrome is a fairy, and fairies have many magic powers.'
Woot's face brightened as he turned to the lovely Daughter of the Rainbow.
'Could you make us all as small as that rabbit?' he asked eagerly.
'I can try,' answered Polychrome, with a smile. And presently she did it – so easily that Woot was not the only one astonished. As the now tiny people grouped themselves before the rabbit's burrow the hole appeared to them like the entrance to a tunnel, which indeed it was.
'I'll go first,' said wee Polychrome, who had made herself grow as small as the others, and into the tunnel she danced without hesitation. A tiny Scarecrow went next and then the two funny little tin men.
'Walk in; it's your turn,' said the Blue Rabbit to Woot the Wanderer. 'I'm coming after, to see how you get along. This will be a regular surprise party to Nimmie Amee.'
So Woot entered the hole and felt his way along its smooth sides in the dark until he finally saw the glimmer of daylight ahead and knew the journey was almost over. Had he remained his natural size, the distance could have been covered in a few steps, but to a thumb-high Woot it was quite a promenade. When he emerged from the burrow he found himself but a short distance from the house, in the center of the vegetable garden, where the leaves of rhubarb waving above his head seemed like trees. Outside the hole, and waiting for him, he found all his friends.
'So far, so good!' remarked the Scarecrow cheerfully.
'Yes; so far, but no farther,' returned the Tin Woodman in a plaintive and disturbed tone of voice. 'I am now close to Nimmie Amee, whom I have come ever so far to seek, but I cannot ask the girl to marry such a little man as I am now.'
'I'm no bigger than a toy soldier!' said Captain Fyter, sorrowfully. 'Unless Polychrome can make us big again, there is little use in our visiting Nimmie Amee at all, for I'm sure she wouldn't care for a husband she might carelessly step on and ruin.'
Polychrome laughed merrily.
'If I make you big, you can't get out of here again,' said she, 'and if you remain little Nimmie Amee will laugh at you. So make your choice.'
'I think we'd better go back,' said Woot seriously
'No,' said the Tin Woodman, stoutly, 'I have decided that it's my duty to make Nimmie Amee happy, in case she wishes to marry me.'
'So have I,' announced Captain Fyter. 'A good soldier never shrinks from doing his duty.'
'As for that,' said the Scarecrow, 'tin doesn't shrink any to speak of, under any circumstances. But Woot and I intend to stick to our comrades, whatever they decide to do, so we will ask Polychrome to make us as big as we were before.'
Polychrome agreed to this request and in half a minute all of them, including herself, had been enlarged again to their natural sizes. They then thanked the Blue Rabbit for his kind assistance, and at once approached the house of Nimme Amee.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Nimmie Amee
We may be sure that at this moment our friends were all anxious to see the end of the adventure that had caused them so many trials and troubles. Perhaps the Tin Woodman's heart did not beat any faster, because it was made of red velvet and stuffed with sawdust, and the Tin Soldier's heart was made of tin and reposed in his tin bosom without a hint of emotion. However, there is little doubt that they both knew that a critical moment in their lives had arrived, and that Nimmie Amee's decision was destined to influence the future of one or the other.
As they assumed their natural sizes and the rhubarb leaves that had before towered above their heads now barely covered their feet, they looked around the garden and found that no person was visible save themselves. No sound of activity came from the house, either, but they walked to the front door, which had a little porch built before it, and there the two tinmen stood side by side while both knocked upon the door with their tin knuckles.
As no one seemed eager to answer the summons they knocked again; and then again. Finally they heard a stir from within and someone coughed.
'Who's there?' called a girl's voice.
'It's I!' cried the tin twins, together.
'How did you get there?' asked the voice.
They hesitated how to reply, so Woot answered for them:
'By means of magic.'
'Oh,' said the unseen girl. 'Are you friends, or foes?'
'Friends!' they all exclaimed.
Then they heard footsteps approach the door, which slowly opened and revealed a very pretty Munchkin girl standing in the doorway.
'Nimmie Amee!' cried the tin twins.
'That's my name,' replied the girl, looking at them in cold surprise. 'But who can you be?'
'Don't you know me, Nimmie?' said the Tin Woodman. 'I'm your old sweetheart, Nick Chopper!'
'Don't you know me, my dear?' said the Tin Soldier. 'I'm your old sweetheart, Captain Fyter!'
Nimmie Amee smiled at them both. Then she looked beyond them at the rest of the party and smiled again.
