After stepping aboard they
barely had time to wave goodbye to their new friends as the river
quickly whisked them on their way.
*
Chapter Five:
A Visit from the Wicked Witch of the Deep South
*
"My, the river's flowing fast. I'm glad it's not that deep," said the
Tin Woodman, after they were underway. "If it were, and I fell
overboard, I could rust up solid for all eternity. Do you think the raft
will stay big? Oh dear, what if it gets little again? We'll all be
spilled into the water!"
"Don't worry so much," said Dorothy, smiling. "You'll worry yourself to
death."
"Can people really do that?" asked the Tin Woodman. "Worry themselves to
death?"
"Of course not," laughed the girl. "But I suppose a person could become
quite sick if he constantly worried over things."
"Never worry worry, 'til worry worries you," said the Scarecrow in a
matter-of-fact tone.
"What is that supposed to mean?" inquired the Tin Woodman.
"I think it means," answered the Scarecrow, "don't worry about something
until it actually happens.
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