"The Glass Cat could go," suggested the Frogman.
"The beasts can do her no harm, as we have discovered."
The Wizard turned to Glinda.
"Cannot your sorcery discover where Button Bright
is?" he asked.
"I think so," replied the Sorceress.
She called to Uncle Henry, who had been carrying her
wicker box, to bring it to her, and when he obeyed she
opened it and drew out a small round mirror. On the
surface of the glass she dusted a white powder and then
wiped it away with her handkerchief and looked in the
mirror. It reflected a part of the forest, and there,
beneath a wide-spreading tree, Button Bright was lying
asleep. On one side of him crouched a tiger, ready to
spring; on the other side was a big gray wolf, its
bared fangs glistening in a wicked way.
"Goodness me!" cried Trot, looking over Glinda's
shoulder. "They'll catch and kill him sure."
Everyone crowded around for a glimpse at the magic
mirror.
"Pretty bad -- pretty bad!" said the Scarecrow
sorrowfully.
"Comes of getting lost!" said Cap'n Bill, sighing.
"Guess he's a goner!" said the Frogman, wiping his
eyes on his purple silk handkerchief.
"But where is he? Can't we save him?" asked Ojo the
Lucky.
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