Be careful! cried the green girl. The tears will fall on your green silk gown and spot it. So Dorothy dried her eyes and said, I suppose we must try it; but I am sure I do not want to kill anybody, even to see Aunt Em again.

We were compelled to go by carriage, as the railroads had been destroyed, the fat-pine cross-ties burned to heat the rails and the red-hot rails wrapped around the trees growing near the track. We used to call these iron rails Sherman's neckties, and the solemn-looking chimneys standing guard over the former sites of once happy homes were called by the natives Sherman's monuments.]

It seems humanly reasonable that the three of us can woman-handle a mere man of your elderly and insulting avoirdupois.

We go about to parties in the daytime as usual, teas and tennises […]