g can lead you back to
the farm."

"Will you, Toto?" asked Dorothy.

Toto wagged his tail vigorously.

"All right," said the girl; "let's go home."

Toto looked around a minute, and dashed up one of the roads.

"Good-bye, Shaggy Man," called Dorothy, and ran after Toto. The little
dog pranced briskly along for some distance; when he turned around and
looked at his mistress questioningly.

"Oh, don't 'spect _me_ to tell you anything; I don't know the way," she
said. "You'll have to find it yourself."

But Toto couldn't. He wagged his tail, and sneezed, and shook his ears,
and trotted back where they had left the shaggy man. From here he
started along another road; then came back and tried another; but each
time he found the way strange and decided it would not take them to the
farm house. Finally, when Dorothy had begun to tire with chasing after
him, Toto sat down panting beside the shaggy man and gave up.

Dorothy sat down, too, very thoughtful. The little girl had encountered
some queer adventures since she came to live at the farm; but this was
the queerest of them all. To get lost in fifteen minutes, so near to
her home and in the unromantic State of Kansas, was an experience that
fairly bewildered her.

"Will your folks worry?" asked the shaggy man, his eyes twinkling in a
pleasant way.

"I s'pose so," answered Dorothy, with a sigh. "Uncle Henry says there's
_always_ something happening to me; but I've always come home safe at
the last. So perhaps he'll take comfort and think I'll come home safe
this time."

"I'm sure you will," said the shaggy man, smilingly nodding at her.
"Good little girls never come to any harm, you know. For my part, I'm
good, too; so nothing ever hurts me."

Dorothy looked at him curiously. His clothes were shaggy, his boots were
shaggy and full of holes, and his hair and whiskers were shaggy. But his
smile was sweet and his eyes were kind.

"Why didn't you want to go to Butterfield?" she asked.

"Because a man lives there who owes me fifteen cents, and if I went to
Butterfield and he saw me he'd want to pay me the money. I don't want
money, my dear."

"Why not?" she inquired.

"Money," declared the shaggy man, "makes people proud and haughty; I
don't want to be proud and haughty. All I want is to have people love
me; and as long as I own the Love Magnet everyone I meet is sure to love
me dearly."

[Illustration: "THIS, MY DEAR, IS THE WONDERFUL LOVE MAGNET."]

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