She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on thesoft bed she might have been hurt. As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder whathad happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy sat upand noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at thewindow, flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran andopened the door.The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and biggerat the wonderful sights she saw.The cyclone had set the house down very gently-for a cyclone-in the midst of a country ofmarvelous beauty. There were lovely patches of greensward all about, with stately trees bearing richand luscious fruits. Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliantplumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes. A little way off was a small brook, rushing andsparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who hadlived so long on the dry, gray prairies.While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward hera group of the queerest people she had ever seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she hadalways been used to; but neither were they very small. In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older.Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed. They wore round hats that rose toa small point a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as theymoved. The hats of the men were blue; the little woman's hat was white, and she wore a white gownthat hung in pleats from her shoulders. Over it were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun likediamonds. The men were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well-polishedboots with a deep roll of blue at the tops. The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as UncleHenry, for two of them had beards. But the little woman was doubtless much older. Her face wascovered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly