"
"No indeed!" replied the Wizard, severely. "It is
wicked to transform any living creatures without their
consent, and the lake is the home of the fishes and
belongs to them."
"All right," said Scraps, making a face at him; "I
don't care."
"It's too bad," sighed Trot, "for I thought we'd
struck a splendid idea."
"So you did," declared Glinda, her face now grave and
thoughtful. "There is something in the Patchwork Girl's
idea that may be of real value to us."
"I think so, too," agreed the golden-haired Adept.
"The top of the Great Dome is only a few feet below the
surface of the water. If we could reduce the level of
the lake until the Dome sticks a little above the
water, we could remove some of the glass and let
ourselves down into the village by means of ropes."
"And there would be plenty of water left for the
fishes to swim in," added the white-haired maiden.
"If we succeed in raising the island we could fill up
the lake again," suggested the brown-haired Adept.
"I believe," said the Wizard, rubbing his hands
together in delight, "that the Patchwork Girl has shown
us the way to success."
The girls were looking curiously at the three
beautiful Adepts, wondering who they were, so Glinda
introduced them to Trot and Betsy and Scraps, and then
sent the children away while she considered how to
carry the new idea into effect.
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