The soldier with the green whiskers led them through the streets of the Emerald City until they reached the room where the Guardian of the Gates lived. This officer unlocked their spectacles to put them back in his great box, and then he politely opened the gate for our friends.
'Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the West? ' asked Dorothy. 'There is no road,' answered the Guardian of the Gates. 'No one ever wishes to go that way. ' 'How, then, are we to find her? ' inquired the girl.
'That will be easy,' replied the man, 'for when she knows you are in the country of the Winkies she will find you, and make you all her slaves. ' 'Perhaps not,' said the Scarecrow, 'for we mean to destroy her. ' 'Oh, that is different,' said the Guardian of the Gates.
'No one has ever destroyed her before, so I naturally thought she would make slaves of you, as she has of the rest. But take care; for she is wicked and fierce, and may not allow you to destroy her.
Keep to the West, where the sun sets, and you cannot fail to find her. ' They thanked him and bade him good-bye, and turned toward the West, walking over fields of soft grass dotted here and there with daisies and buttercups.
Dorothy still wore the pretty silk dress she had put on in the palace, but now, to her surprise, she found it was no longer green, but pure white. The ribbon around Toto’s neck had also lost its green color and was as white as Dorothy’s dress.
The Emerald City was soon left far behind. As they advanced the ground became rougher and hillier, for there were no farms nor houses in this country of the West, and the