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I wonder if your mother could spare one or two of you?" asked Billina,

who decided that they were fresh baked; but at this dangerous question

the six little gems ran away as fast as they could go.

You musn't say such things, Billina," said Dorothy, reprovingly. "Now

let's go into Pop Over's back yard and get the waffles."

I sort of hate to let that fence go," remarked Mr. Over, nervously, as they

walked toward his house. "The neighbors back of us are Soda Biscuits,

and I don't care to mix with them."

But I'm hungry yet," declared the girl. "That wheelbarrow wasn't very

big."

I've got a shortcake piano, but none of my family can play on it," he

said, reflectively. "Suppose you eat that."

All right," said Dorothy; "I don't mind. Anything to be accommodating."

So Mr. Over led her into the house, where she ate the piano, which was

of an excellent flavor.

Is there anything to drink here?" she asked.

Yes; I've a milk pump and a water pump; which will you have?" he

asked.

I guess I'll try 'em both," said Dorothy.

So Mr. Over called to his wife, who brought into the yard a pail made of

some kind of baked dough, and Dorothy pumped the pail full of cool,

sweet milk and drank it eagerly.

The wife of Pop Over was several shades darker than her husband.

Aren't you overdone?" the little girl asked her.

No indeed," answered the woman. "I'm neither overdone nor done over;

I'm just Mrs. Over, and I'm the President of the Bunbury Breakfast

Band."

Dorothy thanked them for their hospitality and went away. At the gate

Mr. Cinnamon Bunn met her and said he would show her around the

town. "We have some very interesting inhabitants," he remarked, walking

stiffly beside her on his stick-cinnamon legs; "and all of us who are in

The Emerald City of Oz