"Zeb," said he, "my balloon is of no further use in this strange
country, so I may as well leave it on the square where it fell. But
in the basket-car are some things I would like to keep with me. I
wish you would go and fetch my satchel, two lanterns, and a can of
kerosene oil that is under the seat. There is nothing else that I
care about."

So the boy went willingly upon the errand, and by the time he had
returned Dorothy was awake. Then the three held a counsel to decide
what they should do next, but could think of no way to better
their condition.

"I don't like these veg'table people," said the little girl. "They're
cold and flabby, like cabbages, in spite of their prettiness."

"I agree with you. It is because there is no warm blood in them,"
remarked the Wizard.

"And they have no hearts; so they can't love anyone--not even
themselves," declared the boy.

"The Princess is lovely to look at," continued Dorothy, thoughtfully;
"but I don't care much for her, after all. If there was any other
place to go, I'd like to go there."

"But IS there any other place?" asked the Wizard.

"I don't know," she answered.

Just then they heard the big voice of Jim the cab-horse calling to them,