giant's nose. "He's got to apologize for that song, though."

"Wait!" cried Dorothy suddenly. "I have an idea. If you set us down
on the edge of the forest and give us all your vest buttons for
lunch, we won't tell anyone you're made of candy. We'll let you go,"
she called loudly, for the giant had begun to sob again.

"Won't you? Will you?" sniffed the foolish giant.

"Never sing that song again!" commanded the Knight sternly.

"No, Sir," answered the giant meekly. "Did your dog chew much of my
leg, Sir?" Then, before Dorothy or Sir Hokus had time to way a word,
they were snatched up in sticky fingers and next minute were dropped
with a thump in a large field of daisies.

"Oh!" spluttered Dorothy as the giant made off on his taffy legs.
"Oh, we've forgotten the Cowardly Lion!" But at that minute, the
giant reappeared, and the lion was dropped beside them.

"What's this? What's this?" growled the Cowardly Lion, looking around
wildly.

"We got him to lift us out of the forest," explained Dorothy. "Have
you swallowed the taffy?" The lion was still dizzy from his ride and
only shook his head feebly.

Sir Hokus sighed and sat heavily down on a large rock. "There is no
sort of honor, methinks, in overcoming a candy giant," he observed,
looking wistfully at the plume still pinned to Dorothy's dress. "Ah,
had it but been a proper fight!"

"You didn't know he was candy. I think you were just splendid."
Jumping up, Dorothy fastened the plume in the Knight's helmet. "And
you're talking just beautifully, more like a Knight every minute,"
she added with conviction. Sir Hokus tried not to look pleased.

"Give me a meat enemy! My teeth ache yet! First singing, then
candy-leg pulling! Gr-ugh! What next?" growled the Cowardly Lion.

"Why, lunch, if you feel like eating," said Dorothy, beginning to
give out the vest buttons which the giant had obediently ripped off
and left for them. They _were_ marshmallows, the size of pie plates,
and Dorothy and Sir Hokus found them quite delicious. The Cowardly
Lion, however, after a doubtful sniff and sneeze from the powdered
sugar, declined and went off to find something more to his taste.

"We had better take some of these along," said Dorothy when she and
Sir Hokus had eaten several. "We may need them later."

"Everything is yellow, so we must be in the Winkie Country,"
announced the Cowardly Lion, who had just returned from his lunch.
"There's a road, too."

"Mayhap it will ta