leave you
– and the
Scarecrow
– and the
Tin
Woodman –
and the
Cowardly
Lion – and
Tiktok –
and – and
everybody
– but I do
want my
Uncle
Henry! So
good-bye,
all of
you.” Then
the little
girl stood
on one of
the big
emeralds
which
decorated
the
courtyard,
and after
looking
once again
at each of
her
friends,
waved her
handkerchief.
“No,” said
Dorothy,
“I wasn’t
drowned at
all. And
I’ve come
to nurse
you and
take care
of you,
Uncle
Henry, and
you must
promise to
