It was not such an awful voice as she had expected to come from the big
Head; so she took courage and answered:
I am Dorothy, the Small and Meek. I have come to you for help.
The eyes looked at her thoughtfully for a full minute. Then said the
voice:
Where did you get the silver shoes?
I got them from the Wicked Witch of the East, when my house fell on
her and killed her, she replied.
Where did you get the mark upon your forehead? continued the voice.
That is where the Good Witch of the North kissed me when she bade me
good-bye and sent me to you, said the girl.
Again the eyes looked at her sharply, and they saw she was telling the
truth. Then Oz asked, What do you wish me to do?
Send me back to Kansas, where my Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are, she
answered earnestly. I don t like your country, although it is so
beautiful. And I am sure Aunt Em will be dreadfully worried over my
being away so long.
The eyes winked three times, and then they turned up to the ceiling and
down to the floor and rolled around so queerly that they seemed to see
every part of the room. And at last they looked at Dorothy again.
Why should I do this for you? asked Oz.
Because you are strong and I am weak; because you are a Great Wizard
and I am only a little girl.
But you were strong enough to kill the Wicked Witch of the East, said
Oz.
That just happened, returned Dorothy simply; I could not help it.
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