In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

2.  The Council with the Munchkins

She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt.  As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally.  Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room.  She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.

The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.

The cyclone had set the house down very gently—­for a cyclone—­in the midst of a country of marvelous beauty.  There were lovely patches of greensward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits.  Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes.  A little way off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so long on the dry, gray prairies.

While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen.  They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to; but neither were they very small.  In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older.

Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed.  They wore round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved.  The hats of the men were blue; the little woman’s hat was white, and she wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders.  Over it were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds.  The men were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well-polished boots with a deep roll of blue at the tops.  The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards.  But the little woman was doubtless much older.  Her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly.

When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther.  But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice: 

“You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins.  We are so grateful to you for having killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and for setting our people free from bondage.”