and across the fields they could see afar the
silvery sheen of the tin castle. With light hearts
they hurried toward it, being fully rested by
their long ride on the river.

By and by they began to cross an immense
field of splendid yellow lilies, the delicate
fragrance of which was very delightful.

"How beautiful they are!" cried Dorothy,
stopping to admire the perfection of these
exquisite flowers.

"Yes," said the Scarecrow, reflectively, "but
we must be careful not to crush or injure any
of these lilies."

"Why not?" asked Ojo.

"The Tin Woodman is very kind-hearted,"
was the reply, "and he hates to see any living
thing hurt in any way."

"Are flowers alive?" asked Scraps.

"Yes, of course. And these flowers belong to
the Tin Woodman. So, in order not to offend
him, we must not tread on a single blossom."

"Once," said Dorothy, "the Tin Woodman