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5. The Rainbow's Daughter
Toto, now allowed to run about as he pleased, was glad to be free again and able to bark
at the birds and chase the butterflies. The country around them was charming, yet in the
pretty fields of wild-flowers and groves of leafy trees were no houses whatever, or sign of
any inhabitants. Birds flew through the air and cunning white rabbits darted amongst the
tall grasses and green bushes; Dorothy noticed even the ants toiling busily along the
roadway, bearing gigantic loads of clover seed; but of people there were none at all.
They walked briskly on for an hour or two, for even little Button-Bright was a good
walker and did not tire easily. At length as they turned a curve in the road they beheld
just before them a curious sight.
A little girl, radiant and beautiful, shapely as a fairy and exquisitely dressed, was dancing
gracefully in the middle of the lonely road, whirling slowly this way and that, her dainty
feet twinkling in sprightly fashion. She was clad in flowing, fluffy robes of soft material
that reminded Dorothy of woven cobwebs, only it was colored in soft tintings of violet,
rose, topaz, olive, azure, and white, mingled together most harmoniously in stripes which
melted one into the other with soft blendings. Her hair was like spun gold and flowed
around her in a cloud, no strand being fastened or confined by either pin or ornament or
Filled with wonder and admiration our friends approached and stood watching this
fascinating dance. The girl was no taller than Dorothy, although more slender; nor did she
seem any older than our little heroine.
Suddenly she paused and abandoned the dance, as if for the first time observing the
presence of strangers. As she faced them, shy as a frightened fawn, poised upon one foot
as if to fly the next instant, Dorothy was astonished to see tears flowing from her violet
eyes and trickling down her lovely rose-hued cheeks. That the dainty maiden should
dance and weep at the same time was indeed surprising; so Dorothy asked in a soft,
sympathetic voice:
"Are you unhappy, little girl?"
"Very!" was the reply; "I am lost."
"Why, so are we," said Dorothy, smiling; "but we don't cry about it."
"Don't you? Why not?"
"'Cause I've been lost before, and always got found again," answered Dorothy simply.
"But I've never been lost before," murmured the dainty maiden, "and I'm worried and