"I suspect that everyone, deep inside, knows these things," said the Lion. "It just takes a desire for spiritual advancement to release that inner knowledge into the conscious mind." "Well, I really wasn't all that conscious of what I was saying," said Dorothy. "I suppose that's because the conscious mind has to do with the world around us, whereas the inner knowing is something we all have but rarely listen to. We are all just too busy with the outer goings-on." "Besides," interceded the Lion, "those that are on the spiritual path are being taught these things during sleep. Remember that was told to us? And, although that teaching is not consciously remembered, it is slowly transforming our character and will gradually affect world consciousness. Especially as each of us begins to listen more to our inner self and less to the outer self." "Look!" said the Scarecrow. "The witch! She moved!" Everyone ran over to her. But she was as still as ever. "I'm sure I saw her leg move," said the Scarecrow. "Maybe she's not quite dead," the Lion said. "Quick! Take my hat!" shouted the Tin Woodman to the Scarecrow. "Get some water." "But it's got a hole in it," said the Scarecrow. "Well, put your finger over it," said the Lion. "I don't think my finger will hold water," replied the Scarecrow. "It's filled with straw." "I'd better go," said Dorothy. "In the meantime, slap her face." "I'll be glad to!" said the Scarecrow. Dorothy ran over to a little stream and filled the Tin Woodman's funnel-hat with water. She walked back as quickly as she could and threw the water in the witch's face. The witch moved ever so slightly, but did not awaken. "Well, she's still alive, all right," said Dorothy. "That's amazing," said the Lion. "But what is even more amazing is that the water didn't melt her away like it did her sister. We must have all temporarily forgotten about that in our excitement." "She must be made of a different material," said the Tin Woodman. "I wonder why we're trying to save her," the Lion said. "If she recovers, she'll just attack us again." Dorothy, ignoring the Lion's remarks but bracing herself, began mouth to mouth resuscitation. Sure enough, the witch began to stir. "She's coming to," said the Lion, stepping back slightly. The witch's eyes opened and looked evilly from side to side. She looked around her, but could see only a few blurry shadows. Gradually, her eyes focused on Dorothy's pretty features. Hatred began to well up inside her. She stood up shakily, then collapsed in a faint. "Quickly!" said Dorothy. "More water." The Lion ran to the stream and filled the Tin Woodman's hat to the brim. He carried the funnel in his mouth as he ran back to Dorothy, spilling most of it on the way. Dorothy sat the witch up and pressed the rim of the funnel to her lips. "Drink," she said as she tilted it. The witch took a sip, then collapsed again. "I don't think she's going to make it," said the Tin Woodman.