forest, and in the middle of the forest there is a small island on
which stands the gold pot in which grows the Magic Flower."

"How did you get to the island?" asked Dorothy. "Glass cats can't swim."

"No, but I'm not afraid of water," was the reply. "I just walked
across the river on the bottom."

"Under the water?" exclaimed Trot.

The cat gave her a scornful look.

"How could I walk OVER the water on the BOTTOM of the river? If you
were transparent, anyone could see YOUR brains were not working. But
I'm sure you could never find the place alone. It has always been
hidden from the Oz people."

"But you, with your fine pink brains, could find it again, I
s'pose," remarked Dorothy.

"Yes; and if you want that Magic Flower for Ozma, I'll go with you
and show you the way."

"That's lovely of you!" declared Dorothy. "Trot and Cap'n Bill will
go with you, for this is to be their birthday present to Ozma. While
you're gone I'll have to find something else to give her."

"All right. Come on, then, Cap'n," said the Glass Cat, starting to
move away.