tter as he whipped over several pages of his
book. "Sorry," he called back, shaking his head slowly, "but this is
the wrong day. I only save lives on Monday."

"Stand aside, Mem, you villain!" A second little man exactly like the
first except that he was exceedingly untidy plunged into the stream.

"It's no use," thought Dorothy, closing her eyes, for he had jumped
in far below the spot where she had fallen and was making no progress
whatever. The waters rushed over her head the second time. Then she
felt herself being dragged upward.

When she opened her eyes, the Cowardly Lion was standing over her.
"Are you all right?" he rumbled anxiously. "I came as soon as I
could. Fell in way upstream. Seen Hokus?"

"Oh, he'll drown," cried Dorothy, forgetting her own narrow escape.
"He can't swim in that heavy armor!"

"Never fear, I'll get him," puffed the Cowardly Lion, and without
waiting to catch his breath he plunged back into the stream. The
little man who only saved lives on Monday now approached timidly.
"I'd like to get a statement from you, if you don't mind. It might
help me in the future."

"You might have helped me in the present," said Dorothy, wringing out
her dress. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"I'll make a note of that," said the little man earnestly. "But how
did you feel when you went down?" He waited, his pencil poised over
the little book.

"Go away," cried Dorothy in disgust.

"But my dear young lady--"

"I'm not your dear young lady. Oh, dear, why doesn't the Cowardly
Lion come back?"

"Go away, Mem." The second little man, dripping wet, came up
hurriedly.

"I was only trying to get a little information," grumbled Mem
sulkily.

"I'm sorry I couldn't swim faster," said the wet little man,
approaching Dorothy apologetically.

"Well, thank you for trying," said Dorothy. "Is he your brother? And
could you tell me where you are? You're dressed in yellow, so I
'spose it must be somewhere in the Winkie Country."

"Right in both cases," chuckled the little fellow. "My name is Ran
and his name is Memo." He jerked his thumb at the retiring twin.
"Randum and Memo--see?"

"I think I do," said Dorothy, half closing her eyes. "Is that why
he's always taking notes?"

"Exactly," said Ran. "I do everything at Random, and he does
everything at memorandum."

"It must be rather confusing," said Dorothy. Then as she caught sight
of the Cowardly Lion dragging Sir Hokus, she jumped up excited