machine."But they have al-ways been mis-chiev-ous and im-per-ti-nent, and my old mas-ter, 
King Ev-ol-do, used to car-ry a whip with him, when he walked out, to keep the crea-tures 
in or-der.
    When I was first made the Wheel-ers tried to run o-ver me, and butt me with their 
heads; but they soon found I was built of too sol-id a ma-ter-i-al for them to in-jure."
    "You seem very durable," said Dorothy."Who made you?"
    "The firm of Smith & Tin-ker, in the town of Evna, where the roy-al pal-ace stands," 
answered Tiktok.
    "Did they make many of you?" asked the child.
    "No; I am the on-ly au-to-mat-ic me-chan-i-cal man they ev-er com-plet-ed," he 
replied."They were ver-y won-der-ful in-ven-tors, were my mak-ers, and quite ar-tis-tic 
in all they did."
    "I am sure of that," said Dorothy."Do they live in the town of Evna now?"
    "They are both gone," replied the machine."Mr. Smith was an art-ist, as well as an 
in-vent-or, and he paint-ed a pic-ture of a riv-er which was so nat-ur-al that, as he was 
reach-ing a-cross it to paint some flow-ers on the op-po-site bank, he fell in-to the 
wa-ter and was drowned."
    "Oh, I'm sorry for that!" exclaimed the little girl.
    "Mis-ter Tin-ker," continued Tiktok, "made a lad-der so tall that he could rest the 
end of it a-gainst the moon, while he stood on the high-est rung and picked the lit-tle 
stars to set in the points of the king's crown.But when he got to the moon Mis-ter 
Tin-ker found it such a love-ly place that he de-cid-ed to live there, so he pulled up 
the lad-der af-ter him and we have nev-er seen him since."
    "He must have been a great loss to this country," said Dorothy, who was by this time 
eating her custard pie.
    "He was," acknowledged Tiktok."Also he is a great loss to me.For if I should get out 
of or-der I do not know of an-y one a-ble to re-pair me, be-cause I am so 
com-pli-cat-ed.You have no i-de-a how full of ma-chin-er-y I am."
    "I can imagine it," said Dorothy, readily.
    "And now," continued the machine, "I must stop talk-ing and be-gin think-ing a-gain 
of a way to es-cape from this rock."So he turned half way around, in order to think 
without being disturbed.
    "The best thinker I ever knew," said Dorothy to the yellow hen, "was a scarecrow."
    "Nonsense!" snapped Billina.
    "It is true," declared Dorothy."I met him in the Land of Oz, and he traveled with me 
to the city of the great Wizard of Oz, so as to get some brains, for his head was only 
stuffed with straw. But it seemed to me that he thought just as well before he got his 
brains as he did afterward."
    "Do you expect me to believe all that rubbish about the Land of Oz?" enquired 
Billina, who seemed a little cross-perhaps because bugs were scarce.
    "What rubbish?" asked the child, who was now finishing her nuts and raisins.
    "Why, your impossible stories about animals that can talk, and a tin woodman who is 
alive, and a scarecrow who can think."
    "They are all there," said Dorothy, "for I have seen them."
    "I don't believe it!" cried the hen, with a toss of her head.
    "That's 'cause you're so ign'rant," replied the girl, who was a little offended at 
her friend Billina's speech.
    "In the Land of Oz," remarked Tiktok, turning toward them, "an-y-thing is 
pos-si-ble.For it is a won-der-ful fair-y coun-try."
    "There, Billina! what did I say?" cried Dorothy.And then she turned to the machine 
and asked in an eager tone: "Do you know the Land of Oz, Tiktok?"
    "No; but I have heard a-bout it," said the cop-per man."For it is on-ly sep-a-ra-ted 
from this Land of Ev by a broad des-ert."
    Dorothy clapped her hands together delightedly.
    "I'm glad of that!" she exclaimed."It makes me quite happy to be so near my old 
friends.The scarecrow I told you of, Billina, is the King of the Land of Oz."
    "Par-don me.He is not the king now," said Tiktok.
    "He was when I left there," declared Dorothy.
    "I know," said Tiktok, "but there was a rev-o-lu-tion in the Land of Oz, and the 
Scare-crow was de-posed by a sol-dier wo-man named Gen-er-al Jin-jur.And then Jin-jur was 
de-posed by a lit-tle girl named Oz-ma, who was the right-ful heir to the throne and now 
rules the land un-der the ti-tle of Oz-ma of Oz."
    "That is news to me," said Dorothy, thoughtfully."But I s'pose lots of things have 
happened since I left the Land of Oz.I wonder what has become of the Scarecrow, and of 
the Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion.
    And I wonder who this girl Ozma is, for I never heard of her before."
    But Tiktok did not reply to this.He had turned around again to resume his thinking.
    Dorothy packed the rest of the food back into the pail, so as not to be wasteful of 
good things, and the yellow hen forgot her dignity far enough to pick up all of the 
scattered crumbs, which she ate rather greedily, although she had so lately pretended to 
despise the things that Dorothy preferred as food.
    By this time Tiktok approached them with his stiff bow.
    "Be kind e-nough to fol-low me," he said, "and I will lead you a-way from here to the 
town of Ev-na, where you will be more com-for-ta-ble, and al-so I will pro-tect you from 
the Wheel-ers."
    "All right," answered Dorothy, promptly."I'm ready!"
    
    6.The Heads of Langwidere
    
    They walked slowly down the path between the rocks, Tiktok going first, Dorothy 
following him, and the yellow hen trotting along last of all.
    At the foot of the path the copper man leaned down and tossed aside with ease the 
rocks that encumbered the way.Then he turned to Dorothy and said:
    "Let me car-ry your din-ner-pail."
    She placed it in his right hand at once, and the copper fingers closed firmly over 
the stout handle.
    Then the little procession marched out upon the level sands.
    As soon as the three Wheelers who were guarding the mound saw them, they began to 
shout their wild cries and rolled swiftly toward the little group, as if to capture them 
or bar their way.But when the foremost had approached near enough, Tiktok swung the tin 
dinner-pail and struck the Wheeler a sharp blow over its head with the queer 
weapon.Perhaps it did not hurt very much, but it made a great noise, and the Wheeler 
uttered a howl and tumbled over upon its side.The next minute it scrambled to its wheels 
and rolled away as fast as it could go, screeching with fear at the same time.
    "I told you they were harm-less," began Tiktok; but before he could say more another 
Wheeler was upon them.Crack! went the dinner-pail against its head, knocking its straw 
hat a dozen feet away; and that was enough for this Wheeler, also.It rolled away after 
the first one, and the third did not wait to be pounded with the pail, but joined its 
fellows as quickly as its wheels would whirl.
    The yellow hen gave a cackle of delight, and flying to a perch upon Tiktok's