the Cyclone

    DOROt of t Kansas prairies,  Em,  o be carried by ained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for table, t Em tle bed in anot at all, and no cel- lar?aexcept a small   o the small, dark hole.

    ood in t t gray prairie on every side.

    Not a tree nor a  country t reaco tions. to a gray mass, tle cracks running t. Even t green, for tops of til to be seen every tered t and t ahing else.

    Em came to live sty oo. taken t taken t, and never smiled noo  Em artled   by ter t s  ttle girl  so laug.

    Uncle ill nig know w joy was. o s, and ern and solemn, and rarely spoke.

    It oto t made Dorototo  gray; tle black dog,  toto played all day long, and Doroth him, and loved him dearly.

    today,  playing. Uncle  upon tep and looked anxiously at tood in toto in  too. Aunt Em was washe dishes.

    From torm. tling in turned t  direction also.

    Suddenly Uncle ood up.

    quot;t; o ;Ill go look after tock.quot; to.

    Aunt Em dropped o told  hand.

    quot;Quick, Dorot; s;Run for the cellar!”

    toto jumped out of Dorotarted to get  Em, badly frigrap door in to t toto at last and started to follo dohe floor.

    trange thing happened.

    times and rose slo as if she were going up in a balloon.

    t  t center of till, but t pressure of t up il it  top of t re- mained and her.

    It  Dorote easily. After t few wime wipped badly, s as if sly, like a baby in a cradle.

    toto did not like it.  t Dorot quite still on ted to see w would happen.

    Once toto got too near trap door, and fell in; and at first ttle girl t s  soon sicking up trong pressure of t  fall. S to t toto by to terrap door so t no more accidents could happen.

    er  over ; but s quite lonely, and t  s first so pieces errible opped o  calmly and see ure  last so ; and toto followed and lay down beside her.

    In spite of t asleep.

    L. Frank Baum