"If any of us leaves the party to search for Button Bright he or she might fall a victim to the beasts, and if the Lion leaves us we will have no protector.
"The Glass Cat could go," suggested the Frogman.

"The beasts can do her no harm, as we have discovered." The Wizard turned to Glinda.
"Cannot your sorcery discover where Button Bright is ?" he asked.
"I think so," replied the Sorceress.
She called to Uncle Henry, who had been carrying her wicker box, to bring it to her, and when he obeyed she opened it and drew out a small round mirror.

On the surface of the glass she dusted a white powder and then wiped it away with her handkerchief and looked in the mirror.

It reflected a part of the forest, and there, beneath a wide-spreading tree, Button Bright was lying asleep.

On one side of him crouched a tiger, ready to spring; on the other side was a big gray wolf, its bared fangs glistening in a wicked way.
"Goodness me!" cried Trot, looking over Glinda's shoulder.