2. Dorothy Meets Button-Bright

           Theseventhroadwasagoodroad,andcurvedthiswayandthat—windingthroughgreenmeadowsandfieldscoveredwithdaisiesandbuttercupsandpastgroupsofshadytrees.Therewerenohousesofanysorttobeseen,andforsomedistancetheymetwithnolivingcreatureatall.

           Dorothybegantofeartheyweregettingagoodwayfromthefarm-house,sincehereeverythingwasstrangetoher;butitwoulddonogoodatalltogobackwheretheotherroadsallmet,becausethenextonetheychosemightleadherjustasfarfromhome.

           Shekeptonbesidetheshaggyman,whowhistledcheerfultunestobeguilethejourney,untilbyandbytheyfollowedaturnintheroadandsawbeforethemabigchestnuttreemakingashadyspotoverthehighway.Intheshadesatalittleboydressedinsailorclothes,whowasdiggingaholeintheearthwithabitofwood.Hemusthavebeendiggingsometime,becausetheholewasalreadybigenoughtodropafootballinto.

           DorothyandTotoandtheshaggymancametoahaltbeforethelittleboy,whokeptondigginginasoberandpersistentfashion.

           "Whoareyou?"askedthegirl.

           Helookedupathercalmly.Hisfacewasroundandchubbyandhiseyeswerebig,blueandearnest.

           "I’mButton-Bright,"saidhe.

           "Butwhat’syourrealname?"sheinquired.

           "Button-Bright."

           "Thatisn’tareally-trulyname!"sheexclaimed.

           "Isn’tit?"heasked,stilldigging.

           "’Coursenot.It’sjusta—athingtocallyouby.Youmusthaveaname."

           "MustI?"

           "Tobesure.Whatdoesyourmamacallyou?"

           Hepausedinhisdiggingandtriedtothink.