"It's a good thing you did," laughed Betsy Bobbin, "for if you hadn't frightened Scraps we might never have found the silver chest at all." "Now that we have found it," shivered Trot, "let's go. It's cold in here." "And let's hurry!" cried Ozma, seizing the Scarecrow affectionately by the arm. "Oh, I can scarcely wait to see my father." "Why didn't you bring along another wishing pill, Wizard?" sighed Betsy. "We're in Morrow, sure enough, but where is Morrow? And how do we get back to the Emerald City, anyway?" No one could answer Betsy's question, for it had been so long since Ozma had been in the old castle she remembered nothing of its location. "We'll have to walk, I s'pose," said the Scarecrow, detaching a cobweb from his ear, "and the sooner we start, the sooner we'll arrive." "Right, as usual!" approved the Knight, taking the Scarecrow by the arm. "Forward for the King and for Oz!" So, after another short look about, the seven adventurers closed the castle doors and began to make their way cautiously through the deserted park. "If I only knew who sent the feather," murmured Ozma, holding up her lace skirts to keep them from catching on the bushes and thorns. "I'll bet it was your Fairy Godmother," said Trot, skipping along excitedly. "Well, I wish the goose had come with the feather," sighed Betsy Bobbin. "I'm hungry as the Hungry Tiger!" "If you were stuffed with cotton, you'd never have to eat. I'm glad I'm made of patch work and not of bone and meat." sang Scraps, dancing ahead in her ridiculous fashion. "There's a house!" called Betsy, tugging the Knight suddenly by the arm and pointing to a small red building. "Oh!" cried Ozma, clasping her hands, "Perhaps someone lives there who can tell us about my father!" "He may be near and he may be farther," giggled Scraps starting to run toward the little red house. "Come on everybody!" Led by the Patch Work Girl, the little company hurried toward the little red house. No one was to be seen at the windows, and when Sir Hokus pounded on the door there was no answer. "We are wasting time here," said the Scarecrow at last. "Let us be on our way." And so the homeward march was resumed. CHAPTER 10 Dorothy and the Dummy On the same bright morning that the golden goose feather had come flashing down into Ozma's garden in the Emerald City, Dorothy had said good-bye to her old friends in Perhaps City and started gaily homeward. Her visit on Maybe Mountain, where old Peer Haps holds court and the Forgetful Poet makes verses from morning until night, had been so interesting and jolly that Dorothy still felt happy and she went skipping down the steep mountain path almost as fast as the little brook that rushed along at her side. As she skipped along she sang this merry ditty: "I saw one day, the last of May, A foolish and absurd Old yellow fellow calling 'Hello, I'm a banana bird!'