Ojo was hungry, though; so he divided the piece of bread upon the table and ate his half for breakfast, washing it down with fresh, cool water from the brook.

Unc put the other piece of bread in his jacket pocket, after which he again said, as he walked out through the doorway: "Come." Ojo was well pleased.

He was dreadfully tired of living all alone in the woods and wanted to travel and see people.

For a long time he had wished to explore the beautiful Land of Oz in which they lived.

When they were outside, Unc simply latched the door and started up the path.
No one would disturb their little house, even if anyone came so far into the thick forest while they were gone.
At the foot of the mountain that separated the Country of the Munchkins from the Country of the Gillikins, the path divided.