As they mounted the crest and gazed beyond the hill they discovered not far away a walled city, from the towers and spires of which gay banners were flying. It was not a very big city, indeed, but its walls were very high and thick and it appeared that the people who lived there must have feared attack by a powerful enemy, else they would not have surrounded their dwellings with so strong a barrier.

There was no path leading from the mountains to the city, and this proved that the people seldom or never visited the whirling hills; but our friends found the grass soft and agreeable to travel over and with the city before them they could not well lose their way. When they drew nearer to the walls, the breeze carried to their ears the sound of music—dim at first but growing louder as they advanced.

“That doesn’t seem like a very terr’ble place,” remarked Dorothy.

“Well, it looks all right,” replied Trot, from her seat on the Woozy, “but looks can’t always be trusted.”

“My looks can,” said Scraps. “I look patchwork, and I am patchwork, and no one but a blind owl could ever doubt that I’m the Patchwork Girl.” Saying which she turned a somersault off the Woozy and, alighting on her feet, began wildly dancing about.

“Are owls ever blind?” asked Trot.

“Always, in the daytime,” said Button-Bright. “But Scraps can see with her button eyes both day and night. Isn’t it queer?”

“It’s queer that buttons can see at all,” answered Trot; “but—good gracious! what’s become of the city?”

“I was going to ask that myself,” said Dorothy. “It’s gone!”

The animals came to a sudden halt, for the city had really disappeared—walls and all—and before them lay the clear, unbroken sweep of the country.

“Dear me!” exclaimed the Wizard. “This is rather disagreeable. It is annoying to travel almost to a place and then find it is not there.”

“Where can it be, then?” asked Dorothy. “It cert’nly was there a minute ago.”

“I can hear the music yet,” declared Button-Bright, and when they all listened the strains of music could plainly be heard.

“Oh! there’s the city—over at the left,” called Scraps, and turning their eyes they saw the walls and towers and fluttering banners far to the left of them.

“We must have lost our way,” suggested Dorothy.

“Nonsense,” said the Lion. “I, and all the other animals, have been tramping straight toward the city ever since we first saw it.”

“Then how does it happen—”

“Never mind,” interrupted the Wizard, “we are no farther from it than we were before. It is in a different direction, that’s all; so let us hurry and get there before it again escapes us.”