Dorothy's life became very sad as she grew to understand that it would be harder
than ever to get back to Kansas and Aunt Em again. Sometimes she would cry bitterly
for hours, with Toto sitting at her feet and looking into her face, whining dismally
to show how sorry he was for his little mistress. Toto did not really care whether
he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him; but he knew
the little girl was unhappy, and that made him unhappy too.
Now the Wicked Witch had a great longing to have for her own the Silver Shoes
which the girl always wore. Her bees and her crows and her wolves were lying in
heaps and drying up, and she had used up all the power of the Golden Cap; but if
she could only get hold of the Silver Shoes, they would give her more power than
all the other things she had lost. She watched Dorothy carefully, to see if she
ever took off her shoes, thinking she might steal them. But the child was so proud
of her pretty shoes that she never took them off except at night and when she took
her bath. The Witch was too much afraid of the dark to dare go in Dorothy's room
at night to take the shoes, and her dread of water was greater than her fear of
the dark, so she never came near when Dorothy was bathing. Indeed, the old Witch
never touched water, nor ever let water touch her in any way.
But the wicked creature was very cunning, and she finally thought of a trick
that would give her what she wanted. She placed a bar of iron in the middle of the
kitchen floor, and then by her magic arts made the iron invisible to human eyes.
So that when Dorothy walked across the floor she stumbled over the bar, not being
able to see it, and fell at full length. She was not much hurt, but in her fall
one of the Silver Shoes came off; and before she could reach it, the Witch had snatched
it away and put it on her own skinny foot.
The wicked woman was greatly pleased with the success of her trick, for as long
as she had one of the shoes she owned half the power of their charm, and Dorothy
could not use it against her, even had she known how to do so.
The little girl, seeing she had lost one of her pretty shoes, grew angry, and
said to the Witch, ''Give me back my shoe!''
''I will not,'' retorted the Witch, ''for it is now my shoe, and not yours.''
''You are a wicked creature!'' cried Dorothy. ''You have no right to take my
shoe from me.''
''I shall keep it, just the same,'' said the Witch, laughing at her, ''and someday
I shall get the other one from you, too.''
This made Dorothy so very angry that she picked up the bucket of water that stood
near and dashed it over the Witch, wetting her from head to foot.
Instantly the wicked woman gave a loud cry of fear, and then, as Dorothy looked
at her in wonder, the Witch began to shrink and fall away.
''See what you have done!'' she screamed. ''In a minute I shall melt away.''
''I'm very sorry, indeed,'' said Dorothy, who was truly frightened to see the
Witch actually melting away like brown sugar before her very eyes.
''Didn't you know water would be the end of me?'' asked the Witch, in a wailing,
''Of course not,'' answered Dorothy. ''How should I?''
''Well, in a few minutes I shall be all melted, and you will have the castle
to yourself. I have been wicked in my day, but I never thought a little girl like
you would ever be able to melt me and end my wicked deeds. Look out - here I go!''
With these words the Witch fell down in a brown, melted, shapeless mass and began
to spread over the clean boards of the kitchen floor. Seeing that she had really
melted away to nothing, Dorothy drew another bucket of water and threw it over the
mess. She then swept it all out the door. After picking out the silver shoe, which
was all that was left of the old woman, she cleaned and dried it with a cloth, and
put it on her foot again. Then, being at last free to do as she chose, she ran out
to the courtyard to tell the Lion that the Wicked Witch of the West had come to
an end, and that they were no longer prisoners in a strange land.
13. The Rescue
The Cowardly Lion was much pleased to hear that the Wicked Witch had been melted
by a bucket of water, and Dorothy at once unlocked the gate of his prison and set
him free. They went in together to the castle, where Dorothy's first act was to
call all the Winkies together and tell them that they were no longer slaves.
There was great rejoicing among the yellow Winkies, for they had been made to
work hard during many years for the Wicked Witch, who had always treated them with
great cruelty. They kept this day as a holiday, then and ever after, and spent the
time in feasting and dancing.
''If our friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, were only with us,'' said
the Lion, ''I should be quite happy.''
''Don't you suppose we could rescue them?'' asked the girl anxiously.
''We can try,'' answered the Lion.
So they called the yellow Winkies and asked them if they would help to rescue
their friends, and the Winkies said that they would be delighted to do all in their
power for Dorothy, who had set them free from bondage. So she chose a number of
the Winkies who looked as if they knew the most, and they all started away. They
traveled that day and part of the next until they came to the rocky plain where
the Tin Woodman lay, all battered and bent. His axe was near him, but the blade
was rusted and the handle broken off short.
The Winkies lifted him tenderly in their arms, and carried him back to the Yellow
Castle again, Dorothy shedding a few tears by the way at the sad plight of her old
friend, and the Lion looking sober and sorry. When they reached the castle Dorothy
said to the Winkies:
''Are any of your people tinsmiths?''
''Oh, yes. Some of us are very good tinsmiths,'' they told her.
''Then bring them to me,'' she said. And when the tinsmiths came, bringing with
them all their tools in baskets, she inquired, ''Can you straighten out those dents
in the Tin Woodman, and bend him back into shape again, and solder him together
where he is broken?''
The tinsmiths looked the Woodman over carefully and then answered that they thought
they could mend him so he would be as good as ever. So they set to work in one of
the big yellow rooms of the castle and worked for three days and four nights, hammering
and twisting and bending and soldering and polishing and pounding at the legs and
body and head of the Tin Woodman, until at last he was straightened out into his
old form, and his joints worked as well as ever. To be sure, there were several
patches on him, but the tinsmiths did a good job, and as the Woodman was not a vain
man he did not mind the patches at all.
When, at last, he walked into Dorothy's room and thanked her for rescuing him,
he was so pleased that he wept tears of joy, and Dorothy had to wipe every tear
carefully from his face with her apron, so his joints would not be rusted. At the
same time her own tears fell thick and fast at the joy of meeting her old friend
again, and these tears did not need to be wiped away. As for the Lion, he wiped
his eyes so often with the tip of his tail that it became quite wet, and he was
obliged to go out into the courtyard and hold it in the sun till it dried.
''If we only had the Scarecrow with us again,'' said the Tin Woodman, when Dorothy
had finished telling him everything that had happened, ''I should be quite happy.''
''We must try to find him,'' said the girl.
So she called the Winkies to help her, and they walked all that day and part
of the next until they came to the tall tree in the branches of which the Winged
Monkeys had tossed the carecrow's clothes.
It was a very tall tree, and the trunk was so smooth that no one could climb
it; but the Woodman said at once, ''I'll chop it down, and then we can get the Scarecrow's
Now while the tinsmiths had been at work mending the Woodman himself, another
of the Winkies, who was a goldsmith, had made an axe - handle of solid gold and
fitted it to the Woodman's axe, instead of the old broken handle. Others polished
the blade until all the rust was removed and it glistened like burnished silver.
As soon as he had spoken, the Tin Woodman began to chop, and in a short time
the tree fell over with a crash, whereupon the Scarecrow's clothes fell out of the
branches and rolled off on the ground.
Dorothy picked them up and had the Winkies carry them back to the castle, where
they were stuffed with nice, clean straw; and behold! here was the Scarecrow, as
good as ever, thanking them over and over again for saving him.
Now that they were reunited, Dorothy and her friends spent a few happy days at
the Yellow Castle, where they found everything they needed to make them comfortable.
But one day the girl thought of Aunt Em, and said, ''We must go back to Oz, and
claim his promise.''
''Yes,'' said the Woodman, ''at last I shall get my heart.''
''And I shall get my brains,'' added the Scarecrow joyfully.