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CHAPTER 13 - DANCING BEDS AND THE ROADS THAT UNROLLED

"It must be a shipwreck," thought Dorothy, sitting up in alarm. She seemed

to be tossing about wildly.

Time for little girls to get up," grumbled a harsh voice that seemed to come

from the pillows.

Dorothy rubbed her eyes. One of the bedposts was addressing her, and the

big four-poster itself was dancing a regular jig.

Oh, stop!" cried Dorothy, holding on to the post to keep from bouncing out.

Can't you see I'm awake?"

Well, I go off duty now, and you'll have to hurry," said the bed sulkily. "I'm

due at the lecture at nine."

"Lecture?" gasped Dorothy.

What's so queer about that?" demanded the bed coldly. "I've got to keep well

posted, haven't I? I belong to a polished set, I do. Hurry up, little girl, or I'll

throw you out."

I'm glad my bed doesn't talk to me in this impertinent fashion," thought

Dorothy, slipping into her dress and combing her hair with her side comb.

Imagine being ordered about by a bed! I wonder if Sir Hokus is up." Parting

the curtains, she jumped down, and the bed, without even saying goodbye,

took itself off.

Sir Hokus was sitting on a stile, polishing his armor with a pillowslip he had

taken from his bed, and the Cowardly Lion was lying beside him lazily

thumping his tail and making fun of the passing furniture.

"Have you had breakfast?" asked Dorothy, joining her friends.

"We were waiting for your Ladyship," chuckled the Cowardly Lion. "Would

you mind ordering two for me, Hokus? I find one quite insufficient."

Sir Hokus threw away the pillowslip, and talking cheerfully they walked

toward King Fix Sit's circle. The beds had been replaced by breakfast tables,

and the whole street was eating busily.

Good morning, King," said Sir Hokus. "Four breakfasts, please."

The Royal Book of Oz