Part 8 (2/2)
They agreed to this plan, and when they reached the great square Jim drew the buggy into the big door of the domed hall.
”It doesn't look very homelike,” said Dorothy, gazing around at the bare room. ”But it's a place to stay, anyhow.”
”What are those holes up there?” enquired the boy, pointing to some openings that appeared near the top of the dome.
”They look like doorways,” said Dorothy; ”only there are no stairs to get to them.”
”You forget that stairs are unnecessary,” observed the Wizard. ”Let us walk up, and see where the doors lead to.”
With this he began walking in the air toward the high openings, and Dorothy and Zeb followed him. It was the same sort of climb one experiences when walking up a hill, and they were nearly out of breath when they came to the row of openings, which they perceived to be doorways leading into halls in the upper part of the house. Following these halls they discovered many small rooms opening from them, and some were furnished with gla.s.s benches, tables and chairs. But there were no beds at all.
”I wonder if these people never sleep,” said the girl.
”Why, there seems to be no night at all in this country,” Zeb replied.
”Those colored suns are exactly in the same place they were when we came, and if there is no sunset there can be no night.”
”Very true,” agreed the Wizard. ”But it is a long time since I have had any sleep, and I'm tired. So I think I shall lie down upon one of these hard gla.s.s benches and take a nap.”
”I will, too,” said Dorothy, and chose a little room at the end of the hall.
Zeb walked down again to unharness Jim, who, when he found himself free, rolled over a few times and then settled down to sleep, with Eureka nestling comfortably beside his big, boney body. Then the boy returned to one of the upper rooms, and in spite of the hardness of the gla.s.s bench was soon deep in slumberland.
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CHAPTER 6.
THE MANGABOOS PROVE DANGEROUS
When the Wizard awoke the six colored suns were s.h.i.+ning down upon the Land of the Mangaboos just as they had done ever since his arrival. The little man, having had a good sleep, felt rested and refreshed, and looking through the gla.s.s part.i.tion of the room he saw Zeb sitting up on his bench and yawning. So the Wizard went in to him.
”Zeb,” said he, ”my balloon is of no further use in this strange country, so I may as well leave it on the square where it fell. But in the basket-car are some things I would like to keep with me. I wish you would go and fetch my satchel, two lanterns, and a can of kerosene oil that is under the seat. There is nothing else that I care about.”
So the boy went willingly upon the errand, and by the time he had returned Dorothy was awake. Then the three held a counsel to decide what they should do next, but could think of no way to better their condition.
”I don't like these veg'table people,” said the little girl. ”They're cold and flabby, like cabbages, in spite of their prettiness.”
”I agree with you. It is because there is no warm blood in them,”
remarked the Wizard.
”And they have no hearts; so they can't love anyone--not even themselves,” declared the boy.
”The Princess is lovely to look at,” continued Dorothy, thoughtfully; ”but I don't care much for her, after all. If there was any other place to go, I'd like to go there.”
”But _is_ there any other place?” asked the Wizard.
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