here's a path!"

So Dorothy at once clambered to where Billina sat, and there, sure
enough, was a smooth path cut between the rocks. It seemed to wind
around the mound from top to bottom, like a cork-screw, twisting here
and there between the rough boulders but always remaining level and
easy to walk upon.

Indeed, Dorothy wondered at first why the Wheelers did not roll up
this path; but when she followed it to the foot of the mound she found
that several big pieces of rock had been placed directly across the
end of the way, thus preventing any one outside from seeing it and
also preventing the Wheelers from using it to climb up the mound.

Then Dorothy walked back up the path, and followed it until she came
to the very top of the hill, where a solitary round rock stood that
was bigger than any of the others surrounding it. The path came to an
end just beside this great rock, and for a moment it puzzled the girl
to know why the path had been made at all. But the hen, who had been
gravely following her around and was now perched upon a point of rock
behind Dorothy, suddenly remarked:

"It looks something like a door, doesn't it?"

"What looks like a door?" enquired the child.

"Why, that crack in the rock, just facing you," replied Billina, whose
little round eyes were very sharp and seemed to see everything. "It
runs up one side and down the other, and across the top and the bottom."