"I don't think she's going to make it," said the Tin Woodman.
"We must try to save her," said Dorothy, as she sprinkled the few
remaining drops of water on the witch's face.
The witch opened her eyes again, then sat up by herself. She looked
incredulously at Dorothy, and, shaking her head in disbelief, said, "You
are trying to save me?" Her voice was little more than a whisper.
"You must get some rest now," said Dorothy. "We'll talk later."
The witch closed her eyes and seemed to go into a peaceful sleep.
"Well, what shall we do now?" said the Lion.
"At least she didn't get mad at us," said the Scarecrow.
"We'll let her rest," Dorothy said. "Then we'll see what she has to say."
The girl lay back and closed her eyes. Presently, she drifted into
sleep. She began to dream of her adventures in Oz: of meeting her
friends for the first time, and of meeting the Wicked Witch of the West
in her terrible anger after Dorothy's house fell on the Wicked Witch of
the East.
She dreamed of returning to Oz for the second time and meeting the
Wicked Witch of the Deep South.
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