Sitting unconcernedly in a cabbage bed, the Wooden Doll took the gold box from her pocket. Fortunately she had not snapped the magic snap and it opened quite easily. Her fingers were stiff and clumsy and the moon was the only light she had to see by, but it did not take Peg Amy long to realize the importance of Glegg’s magic. “I wonder if he rubbed this on the castle,” she murmured, holding up the bottle of Vanishing Cream. “And how would one bring it back? Let me see, now.” One after the other, she took out the bottles and boxes and the tiny tea set. The Re-animating Rays she passed over, without realizing they were responsible for bringing her to life, but the Question Box, Peg pounced upon with eager curiosity. “Oh, if it only would answer questions!” fluttered Peg. Then, holding the box close to her mouth, she whispered, “Where is Ruggedo?” “Who are you talking to?” asked Wag, looking up in alarm. “Now don’t _you_ get mixed up, Peg!” [Illustration: (unlabelled)] “It’s a Question Box,” said the Wooden Doll, “but it’s not working very well.” She shook it vigorously and held it up so that the light streaming down from the stable window fell directly on it. In silver letters on the lid of the box was one word—Ev! “Ev—Ruggedo’s in Ev!” cried Peg Amy, rushing over to the rabbit. “Can you take me to Ev, Wag dear?” “Of course,” said Wag, nibbling faster and faster at his carrots. “I’ll take you anywhere, Peg.” “Then it’s going to be all right; I know it,” chuckled the Wooden Doll, and putting all the magic appliances back into the box she closed the lid with a snap. And this time the magic catch caught. “Is it far to Ev?” asked Peg Amy, looking thoughtfully at the place where the castle had once been. “Quite a long journey,” said Wag, “but we’ll go a hopping. Ev is near Ruggedo’s old home and it’s across the Deadly Desert, but we’ll get there somehow. Trust me. And when I do!” spluttered Wag, thumping his hind feet determinedly, “I’ll pound his curly toes off—the wicked little monster!” “Did you ask the Question Box where the castle was?” he inquired hastily, for he saw Peg was going to tell him he must not pound Ruggedo. “Why, no! How silly of me!” Peg felt in her pocket and brought out the gold box. She tried to open it as she had done before but it was no use. She pulled and tugged and shook it. Then Wag tried. “There’s a secret to it,” puffed the rabbit at last. “Took Rug a whole night and day to discover it. Can’t you remember how you opened it before, Peg?” The Wooden Doll shook her head sadly. “Well, never mind,” said Wag comfortingly. “Once we find Ruggedo we can make him tell. We’d better start right off, because if any of the people around here saw us they might try to capture us and put us in a circus. We are rather unusual, you know.” The rabbit regarded Peg Amy complacently. “One doesn’t see six-foot rabbits and live dolls every day, even in Oz!” “No,” agreed Peg Amy slowly, “I s’pose not!”