had wandered among the rocks and bushes all night long, with the
result that she was able to tell some good news the next morning.

"Over the crest of the hill before us," she said, "is a big grove of
trees of many kinds, on which all sorts of fruits grow. If you will go
there you will find a nice breakfast awaiting you."

This made them eager to start, so as soon as the blankets were folded
and strapped to the back of the Sawhorse they all took their places on
the animals and set out for the big grove Scraps had told them of.

As soon as they got over the brow of the hill they discovered it to be a
really immense orchard, extending for miles to the right and left of
them. As their way led straight through the trees they hurried forward
as fast as possible.

The first trees they came to bore quinces, which they did not like. Then
there were rows of citron trees and then crab apples and afterward limes
and lemons. But beyond these they found a grove of big golden oranges,
juicy and sweet, and the fruit hung low on the branches, so they could
pluck it easily.

They helped themselves freely and all ate oranges as they continued on
their way. Then, a little farther along, they came to some trees bearing
fine red apples, which they also feasted on, and the Wizard stopped here
long enough to tie a lot of the apples in one end of a blanket.

"We do not know what will happen to us after we leave this delightful
orchard," he said, "so I think it wise to carry a supply of apples with
us. We can't starve as long as we have apples, you know."

Scraps wasn't riding the Woozy just now. She loved to climb the trees
and swing herself by the branches from one tree to another. Some of the
choicest fruit was gathered by the Patchwork Girl from the very highest
limbs and tossed down to the others.

Suddenly Trot asked: "Where's Button-Bright?" and when the others looked
for him they found the boy had disappeared.

"Dear me!" cried Dorothy. "I guess he's lost again, and that will mean
our waiting here until we can find him."

"It's a good place to wait," suggested Betsy, who had found a plum tree
and was eating some of its fruit.

"How can you wait here, and find Button-Bright, at one and the same
time?" inquired the Patchwork Girl, hanging by her toes on a limb just
over the heads of the three mortal girls.

"Perhaps he'll come back here," answered Dorothy.

"If he tries that, he'll prob'ly lose his way," said Trot. "I've kno