There, indeed, just under the corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were sticking out, shod in silver shoes with pointed toes.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay.

"The house must have fallen on her.

Whatever shall we do ?" "There is nothing to be done," said the little woman calmly.
"But who was she ?" asked Dorothy.
"She was the Wicked Witch of the East, as I said," answered the little woman.

"She has held all the Munchkins in bondage for many years, making them slave for her night and day.

Now they are all set free, and are grateful to you for the favor." "Who are the Munchkins ?" inquired Dorothy.
"They are the people who live in this land of the East where the Wicked Witch ruled." "Are you a Munchkin ?" asked Dorothy.
"No, but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North.
When they saw the Witch of the East was dead the Munchkins sent a swift messenger to me, and I came at once.