beginning to grow dark. So they hesitated as to what to do.
'If friendly people happen to live here,' said Woot. I shall be glad of a bed; but should enemies occupy the place, I prefer to sleep upon the ground.'
'And if no one at all lives here,' added the Scarecrow, 'we can enter, and take possession, and make ourselves at home.'
While speaking he went nearer to one of the great doors, which was three times as high and broad as any he had ever seen in a house before, and then he discovered, engraved in big letters upon a stone over the doorway, the words:
'YOOP CASTLE'
'Oho!' he exclaimed; 'I know the place now. This was probably the home of Mr. Yoop, a terrible giant whom I have seen confined in a cage, a long way from here. Therefore this castle is likely to be empty and we may use it in any way we please.'
'Yes, yes,' said the Tin Emperor, nodding; 'I also remember Mr. Yoop. But how are we to get into his deserted castle? The latch of the door is so far above our heads that none of us can reach it.'
They considered this problem for a while, and then Woot said to the Tin Man:
'If I stand upon your shoulders, I think I can unlatch the door.'
'Climb up, then,' was the reply, and when the boy was perched upon the tin shoulders of Nick Chopper, he was just able to reach the latch and raise it.
At once the door swung open, its great hinges making a groaning sound as if in protest, so Woot leaped down and followed his companions into a big, bare hallway. Scarcely were the three inside, however, when they heard the door slam shut behind them, and this astonished them because no one had touched it. It had closed of its own accord, as if by magic. Moreover, the latch was on the outside, and the thought occurred to each one of them that they were now prisoners in this unknown castle.
'However,' mumbled the Scarecrow, 'we are not to blame for what cannot be helped; so let us push bravely ahead and see what may be seen.'
It was quite dark in the hallway, now that the outside door was shut, so as they stumbled along a stone passage they kept close together, not knowing what danger was likely to befall them.
Suddenly a soft glow enveloped them. It grew brighter, until they could see their surroundings distinctly. They had reached the end of the passage and before them was another huge door. This noiselessly swung open before them, without the help of anyone, and through the doorway they observed a big chamber, the walls of which were lined with plates of pure gold, highly polished.
This room was also lighted, although they could discover no lamps, and in the center of it was a great table at which sat an immense woman. She was clad in silver robes embroidered with gay floral designs, and wore over this splendid raiment a short apron of elaborate lace-work. Such an apron was no protection, and was not in keeping with the handsome gown, but the huge woman wore it, nevertheless. The table at which she sat was spread with a white cloth and had golden dishes upon it, so the travelers saw that they had surprised the Giantess while she was eating her supper.
She had her back toward them and did not even turn around, but taking a biscuit from a dish she began to butter it and said in a voice that was big and deep but not especially unpleasant:
'Why don't you come in and allow the door to shut? You're causing a draught, and I shall catch cold and sneeze. When I sneeze, I get cross, and when I get cross I'm liable to do something wicked. Come in, you foolish strangers; come in!'
Being thus urged, they entered the room and approached the table, until they stood where they faced the great Giantess. She continued eating, but smiled in a curious way as she looked at them. Woot noticed that the door had closed silently after they had entered, and that didn't please him at all.
'Well,' said the Giantess, 'what excuse have you to offer?'
'We didn't know anyone lived here, Madam,' explained the Scarecrow; 'so, being travelers and strangers in these parts, and wishing to find a place for our boy friend to sleep, we ventured to enter your castle.'
'You knew it was private property, I suppose?' said she, buttering another biscuit.
'We saw the words, 'Yoop Castle,' over the door, but we knew that Mr. Yoop is a prisoner in a cage in a far– off part of the land of Oz, so we decided there was no one now at home and that we might use the castle for the night.'
'I see,' remarked the Giantess, nodding her head and smiling again in that curious way – a way that made Woot shudder. 'You didn't know that Mr. Yoop was married, or that after he was cruelly captured his wife still lived in his castle and ran it to suit herself.'
'Who captured Mr. Yoop?' asked Woot, looking gravely at the big woman.
'Wicked enemies. People who selfishly objected to Yoop's taking their cows and sheep for his food. I must admit, however, that Yoop had a bad temper, and had the habit of knocking over a few houses, now and then, when he was angry. So one day the little folks came in a great crowd and captured Mr. Yoop, and carried him away to a cage somewhere in the mountains. I don't know where it is, and I don't care, for my husband treated me badly at times, forgetting the respect a giant owes to a giantess. Often he kicked me on my shins, when I wouldn't wait on him. So I'm glad he is gone.'
'It's a wonder the people didn't capture you, too,' remarked Woot.
'Well, I was too clever for them,' said she, giving a sudden laugh that caused such a breeze that the wobbly Scarecrow was almost blown off his feet and had to grab his friend Nick Chopper to steady himself. 'I saw the people coining,' continued Mrs. Yoop, 'and knowing they meant mischief I transformed myself into a mouse and hid in a cupboard. After they had gone away, carrying my shin-kicking husband with them, I transformed myself back to my former shape again, and here I've lived in peace and comfort ever since.'
'Are you a Witch, then? ' inquired Woot.
'Well, not exactly a Witch,' she replied, 'but I'm an Artist in Transformations. In other words, I'm more of a Yookoohoo than a Witch, and of course you know that the Yookoohoos are the cleverest magic-workers in the world.'
The travelers were silent for a time, uneasily considering this statement and the effect it might have on their future. No doubt the Giantess had wilfully made them her prisoners; yet she spoke so cheerfully, in her big voice, that until now they had not been alarmed in the least.
By and by the Scarecrow, whose mixed brains had been working steadily, asked the woman:
'Are we to consider you our friend, Mrs. Yoop, or do you intend to be our enemy?'
'I never have friends,' she said in a matter-of-fact tone, 'because friends get too familiar and always forget to mind their own business. But I am not your enemy; not yet, anyhow. Indeed, I'm glad you've come, for my life here is rather lonely. I've had no one to talk to since I transformed Polychrome, the Daughter of the Rainbow, into a canary-bird.'
'How did you manage to do that?' asked the Tin Woodman, in amazement. 'Polychrome is a powerful fairy!'
'She was,' said the Giantess; 'but now she's a canary-bird. One day after a rain, Polychrome danced off the Rainbow and fell asleep on a little mound in this valley, not far from my castle. The sun came out and drove the Rainbow away, and before Poly wakened, I stole out and transformed her into a canary-bird in a gold cage studded with diamonds. The cage was so she couldn't fly away. I expected she'd sing and talk and we'd have good times together; but she has proved no company for me at all. Ever since the moment of her transformation, she has refused to speak a single word.'
'Where is she now?' inquired Woot, who had heard tales of lovely Polychrome and was much interested in her.
'The cage is hanging up in my bedroom,' said the Giantess, eating another biscuit. The travelers were now more uneasy and suspicious of the Giantess than before. If Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter, who was a real fairy, had been transformed and enslaved by this huge woman, who claimed to be a Yookoohoo, what was liable to happen to them? Said the Scarecrow, twisting his stuffed head around in Mrs. Yoop's direction:
'Do you know, Ma'am, who we are?'
'Of course,' said she; 'a straw man, a tin man and a boy.'
'We are very important people,' declared the Tin Woodman.
'All the better,' she replied. 'I shall enjoy your society the more on that account. For I mean to keep you
