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In health she may have been pretty, she probably was; but now, the shadowy little face, the emaciated hands, the hot, dry, cracked lips, were the reverse of beautiful. They were all that was pathetic, however; and Dorothy's heart went straight out to the baby who lay there in such suffering and weakness. The doctor looked at her, and gave a significant glance toward Mrs. Harvey.
'Intelligent clothing for Intelligent People. Isn't that awful? How in the world do such firms get one's address when one lives 'way up here in the sky. Do you ever get advertisements like this?" "Oh, yes; heaps of them." "Well, your gowns are beautiful," sighed Dorothy. "You are a darling," said Alice, caressing Dorothy's cheek. "So are you, dear." And Dorothy kissed her.
The girls entered the inn, and John and I descended to the tap-room for the purpose of consulting Will Dawson concerning the state of Aunt Dorothy's health. When we entered the tap-room Will was standing near the fireplace with a mug of hot punch in his hand. When I touched him, he almost dropped the mug so great was his surprise at seeing me.
I continued: "Dorothy left Lady Madge and me at the window, saying she wished to make a change in her garments. I was watching the sunset and talking with Lady Madge." Lady Crawford, being full of concern about the main event, Dorothy's escape, was easily satisfied that I was not accessory before the fact. "What shall I do, Malcolm? What shall I do? Help me, quickly.
"Aren't they pretty?" said Betty, touching them lovingly. "I hope the girls know which is which, because I don't. The one with the pearl gone is Bob's, of course, and Dorothy's is marked on the back, and that's Mary's, because she always pins it on wrong side up.
So rocking softly over the thick carpet, and making no noise, the White Horse made his way out of Dick's room, down the hall, and straight to where Dorothy was sleeping with the Sawdust Doll on the pillow beside her. The White Rocking Horse stopped in the hall outside of Dorothy's room. The door was open, and in the dim glow of a night-light the Horse could see the Sawdust Doll on the bed.
'If it were only the staircases, they are more than my memory will hold. Lady Margaret gave a merry little laugh. 'Harry set himself to count them the other day, she said. 'I do not remember how many he made out altogether, but I know he said there were at least thirty stone ones. Dorothy's answer was an exclamation. But she was not in the mood to dwell upon the mere arithmetic of vastness.
It's Arabella's aunt, and she says she came to learn if the house was a healthy one to be in, and to see if the plumbing was all right." Dorothy's sweet eyes suddenly flashed. "Doesn't she think my papa would keep Aunt Charlotte's house as comfortable as ours?" she said.
"Better yet, after you've broken it to them gently, Dot can talk to them, then we'll go over and see 'em." The connection established, Dorothy's image floated up to the telephone and apparently spoke. "Mother? This is the weirdest thing you ever imagined.
Still lower, but nearly in front of Ozma, sat the wonderful Wizard of Oz and on a small table beside him was the golden vase from Dorothy's room, into which Scraps had dropped the stolen clover. At Ozma's feet crouched two enormous beasts, each the largest and most powerful of its kind.
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