He can't talk, not being a fairy dog," explained Dorothy.
This was really interesting, but when Dorothy patted the cat she found the glass cold and hard and unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle would never do for a pet.
But they were getting old and feeble and she feared that they could not take care of Dorothy as well as they had formerly done.
Then Dorothy asked them to tell her what was the matter.
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.
Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt.
For a moment Dorothy stood looking out over the wide sea.
said Dorothy, with a little sigh, for her feet and legs were still wetted now and then by the sea-water that came through the open slats.
Why, so are we," said Dorothy, smiling; "but we don't cry about it.
Cause I've been lost before, and always got found again," answered Dorothy simply.
Those are damas," said Dorothy, "and you must never even taste them, Eureka, or you'll get invis'ble, and then we can't see you at all.
I don't know," Dorothy answered; "but it would hurt me dre'fully to lose you.