ma-chine as I am could be made in an-y place but a fair-y land."
    "I've never seen one in Kansas," said Dorothy.
    "But where did you get the key to un-lock this door?" asked the clock-work voice.
    "I found it on the shore, where it was prob'ly washed up by the waves," she 
answered."And now, sir, if you don't mind, I'll wind up your action."
    "That will please me ve-ry much," said the machine.
    So she wound up Number Three, and at once the copper man in a somewhat stiff and 
jerky fashion walked out of the rocky cavern, took off his copper hat and bowed politely, 
and then kneeled before Dorothy. Said he:
    "From this time forth I am your o-be-di-ent ser-vant.What-ev-er you com-mand, that I 
will do will-ing-ly-if you keep me wound up."
    "What is your name?" she asked.
    "Tik-tok," he replied."My for-mer mas-ter gave me that name be-cause my clock-work 
al-ways ticks when it is wound up."
    "I can hear it now," said the yellow hen.
    "So can I," said Dorothy.And then she added, with some anxiety: "You don't strike, do 
you?"
    "No," answered Tiktok; "and there is no a-larm con-nec-ted with my ma-chin-er-y.I can 
tell the time, though, by speak-ing, and as I nev-er sleep I can wak-en you at an-y hour 
you wish to get up in the morn-ing."
    "That's nice," said the little girl; "only I never wish to get up in the morning."
    "You can sleep until I lay my egg," said the yellow hen."Then, when I cackle, Tiktok 
will know it is time to waken you."
    "Do you lay your egg very early?" asked Dorothy.
    "About eight o'clock," said Billina."And everybody ought to be up by that time, I'm 
sure."
    
    5.Dorothy Opens the Dinner Pail
    
    "Now Tiktok," said Dorothy, "the first thing to be done is to find a way for us to 
escape from these rocks.The Wheelers are down below, you know, and threaten to kill us."
    "There is no rea-son to be a-fraid of the Wheel-ers," said Tiktok, the words coming 
more slowly than before.
    "Why not?" she asked.
    "Be-cause they are ag-g-g-gr-gr-r-r-"
    He gave a sort of gurgle and stopped short, waving his hands frantically until 
suddenly he became motionless, with one arm in the air and the other held stiffly before 
him with all the copper fingers of the hand spread out like a fan.
    "Dear me!" said Dorothy, in a frightened tone."What can the matter be?"
    "He's run down, I suppose," said the hen, calmly."You couldn't have wound him up very 
tight."
    "I didn't know how much to wind him," replied the girl; "but I'll try to do better 
next time."
    She ran around the copper man to take the key from the peg at the back of his neck, 
but it was not there.
    "It's gone!" cried Dorothy, in dismay.
    "What's gone?" asked Billina.
    "The key."
    "It probably fell off when he made that low bow to you," returned the hen."Look 
around, and see if you cannot find it again."
    Dorothy looked, and the hen helped her, and by and by the girl discovered the 
clock-key, which had fallen into a crack of the rock.
    At once she wound up Tiktok's voice, taking care to give the key as many turns as it 
would go around.She found this quite a task, as you may imagine if you have ever tried to 
wind a clock, but the machine man's first words were to assure Dorothy that he would now 
run for at least twenty-four hours.
    "You did not wind me much, at first," he calmly said, "and I told you that long 
sto-ry a-bout King Ev-ol-do; so it is no won-der that I ran down."
    She next rewound the action clock-work, and then Billina advised her to carry the key 
to Tiktok in her pocket, so it would not get lost again.
    "And now," said Dorothy, when all this was accomplished, "tell me what you were going 
to say about the Wheelers."
    "Why, they are noth-ing to be fright-en'd at," said the machine. "They try to make 
folks be-lieve that they are ver-y ter-ri-ble, but as a mat-ter of fact the Wheel-ers are 
harm-less e-nough to an-y one that dares to fight them.They might try to hurt a lit-tle 
girl like you, per-haps, be-cause they are ver-y mis-chiev-ous.But if I had a club they 
would run a-way as soon as they saw me."
    "Haven't you a club?" asked Dorothy.
    "No," said Tiktok.
    "And you won't find such a thing among these rocks, either," declared the yellow hen.
    "Then what shall we do?" asked the girl.
    "Wind up my think-works tight-ly, and I will try to think of some oth-er plan," said 
Tiktok.
    So Dorothy rewound his thought machinery, and while he was thinking she decided to 
eat her dinner.Billina was already pecking away at the cracks in the rocks, to find 
something to eat, so Dorothy sat down and opened her tin dinner-pail.
    In the cover she found a small tank that was full of very nice lemonade.
    It was covered by a cup, which might also, when removed, be used to drink the 
lemonade from.Within the pail were three slices of turkey, two slices of cold tongue, 
some lobster salad, four slices of bread and butter, a small custard pie, an orange and 
nine large strawberries, and some nuts and raisins.Singularly enough, the nuts in this 
dinner-pail grew already cracked, so that Dorothy had no trouble in picking out their 
meats to eat.
    She spread the feast upon the rock beside her and began her dinner, first offering 
some of it to Tiktok, who declined because, as he said, he was merely a machine.Afterward 
she offered to share with Billina, but the hen murmured something about "dead things" and 
said she preferred her bugs and ants.
    "Do the lunch-box trees and the dinner-pail trees belong to the Wheelers?" the child 
asked Tiktok, while engaged in eating her meal.
    "Of course not," he answered."They be-long to the roy-al fam-il-y of Ev, on-ly of 
course there is no roy-al fam-il-y just now be-cause King Ev-ol-do jumped in-to the sea 
and his wife and ten chil-dren have been trans-formed by the Nome King.So there is no one 
to rule the Land of Ev, that I can think of.Per-haps it is for this rea-son that the 
Wheel-ers claim the trees for their own, and pick the lunch-eons and din-ners to eat 
them-selves.But they be-long to the King, and you will find the roy-al "E" stamped up-on 
the bot-tom of ev-er-y din-ner pail."
    Dorothy turned the pail over, and at once discovered the royal mark upon it, as 
Tiktok had said.
    "Are the Wheelers the only folks living in the Land of Ev?" enquired the girl.
    "No; they on-ly in-hab-it a small por-tion of it just back of the woods," replied the