I don't want to discourage of you, Trot, but we're a'most as much separated from your Ozma an' Dorothy as we were when we lived in Californy." There was so much truth in this statement that they all walked on in silence for some time.

Finally they reached the grove of stately trees that bordered the grounds of the King's castle.

They had gone halfway through it when the sound of sobbing, as of someone in bitter distress, reached their ears and caused them to halt abruptly..