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The Cyclone
Thelittleoldwomantooktheslatefromhernose,andhavingreadthewordsonit,asked, "IsyournameDorothy,mydear?"
"Yes,"answeredthechild,lookingupanddryinghertears.
"ThenyoumustgototheCityofEmeralds. PerhapsOzwillhelpyou."
"Whereisthiscity?"askedDorothy.
"Itisexactlyinthecenterofthecountry,andisruledbyOz,theGreatWizardItoldyouof."
"Isheagoodman?"inquiredthegirlanxiously.
"HeisagoodWizard. WhetherheisamanornotIcannottell,forIhaveneverseenhim."
"HowcanIgetthere?"askedDorothy.
"Youmustwalk. Itisalongjourney,throughacountrythatissometimespleasantandsometimesdarkandterrible. However,IwilluseallthemagicartsIknowoftokeepyoufromharm."
"Won’tyougowithme?"pleadedthegirl,whohadbeguntolookuponthelittleoldwomanasheronlyfriend.
"No,Icannotdothat,"shereplied,"butIwillgiveyoumykiss,andnoonewilldareinjureapersonwhohasbeenkissedbytheWitchoftheNorth."
ShecameclosetoDorothyandkissedhergentlyontheforehead. Whereherlipstouchedthegirltheyleftaround,shiningmark,asDorothyfoundoutsoonafter.
