"True beauty is
within. An overwhelming feeling of love and kindness could never be ugly."
The Witch brightened up. "Do you think I can become attractive?" she
inquired hopefully.
"Of course," replied Dorothy. "You are already becoming so."
Sure enough, the Witch's features were changing. The harshness and the
cruel lines around her mouth were dissolving. The greenish tinge to her
face was changing to a soft pink glow.
The transformation was amazing. Except for the black cloak and pointed
hat, one would never know she was the dreadful Wicked Witch. Her face
was actually beautiful now. Her long jagged nose had shortened
considerably, giving her quite a sophisticated look.
The Witch was wondering why everyone was staring at her so intently.
"What's the matter?" she asked, rather alarmed.
"Look at your reflection in the water," said Dorothy.
The Witch ran over to the pond. She couldn't believe her eyes when she
saw her reflection. "This is unbelievable!" she said excitedly.
Dorothy walked over to her. "When we get back to Oz, where our friend
the Scarecrow is Emperor, we must find you some new clothes.
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