好女巫格林达实现了多萝西的愿望
不过，在去见格林达之前，他们先被带进城堡的一个房间。多萝西洗了脸、梳了头发，狮子抖落鬃毛里的尘土，稻草人把自己拍打成最挺拔的模样，铁皮樵夫擦亮了铁皮，给关节上了油。
等大家都体面整齐了，他们跟着女兵走进一间大屋子，女巫格林达正坐在红宝石宝座上。
在他们眼里，她既美丽又年轻。她一头浓密的红发，卷曲着披落在肩头。她的裙子纯白无瑕，眼睛却是蓝色的，正温和地看着小女孩。
“我能为你做什么，我的孩子？”她问。
多萝西把身世全告诉了女巫：旋风怎样把她带到奥兹国，怎样遇见同伴，以及他们经历的奇遇。
“我现在最大的心愿，”她补充道，“是回到堪萨斯，因为爱姆婶婶一定以为我出了什么可怕的事，那样她就要戴孝了；除非今年庄稼比去年好，我敢说亨利叔叔可负担不起。”
格林达倾身向前，吻了吻这可爱小女孩仰起的脸。
“保佑你亲爱的孩子，”她说，“我肯定能告诉你回堪萨斯的法子。”接着她又说，“不过，要是说了，你得把金冠给我。”
“乐意之至！”多萝西叫道，“说真的，它现在对我没用，你拿了它，可以吩咐飞猴三次。”
“我想正好要它们帮这三次忙。”格林达微笑着答道。
多萝西便把金冠给了她。女巫对稻草人说：“多萝西离开我们后，你打算怎么办？”
“回翡翠城，”他答道，“因为奥兹封我为统治者，百姓也喜欢我。唯一让我发愁的，是怎么越过锤头人山。”
“凭金冠，我会命令飞猴把你送到翡翠城门前，”格林达说，“让百姓失去这么出色的统治者，那可太可惜了。”
“我真的很出色吗？”稻草人问。
“你很不寻常。”格林达答道。
她转向铁皮樵夫，问：“多萝西离开这国家后，你怎么办？”
他倚着斧头想了想，说：“温基人待我很好，恶女巫死后想让我统治他们。我喜欢温基人，若能回到西方之国，我愿永远做他们的王。”
“我对飞猴的第二个命令，”格林达说，“就是送你平安到温基人的土地。你的脑瓜看着虽没稻草人的大，可你真比他机灵——擦亮的时候——我信你能明智稳妥地治理温基人。”
女巫又看向毛茸茸的大狮子，问：“多萝西回家后，你怎么办？”
“越过锤头人山，”他答道，“有片古老的大森林，那里的野兽推我做王。若能回那森林，我就快活度日了。”
“我对飞猴的第三个命令，”格林达说，“是送你回森林。这样金冠的法力用尽，我就把它给猴王，叫他和他的部下一劳永逸得自由。”
稻草人、铁皮樵夫和狮子衷心谢过好女巫的善意；多萝西喊道：
“你果然又美又善！可还没告诉我怎么回堪萨斯呢。”
“你的银鞋能带你过沙漠，”格林达答道，“若早知它们的力量，你来的头一天就能回爱姆婶婶身边。”
“那我就没这绝妙的脑子了！”稻草人叫道，“怕是一辈子待在农夫的玉米地。”
“我也没这可爱的心了，”铁皮樵夫说，“也许就站在林里生锈到世界末日。”
“我会永远当懦夫，”狮子宣称，“林里没野兽肯对我说句好话。”
“都说得对，”多萝西道，“我高兴帮了这些好朋友。可如今他们各得所需，又各有王国可治，我也想回堪萨斯了。”
“银鞋，”好女巫说，“有奇力。最妙的是，它们三步就能带你去天下任何地方，每步不过眨眼工夫。你只需后跟互敲三下，吩咐鞋子带你去哪儿就行。”
“若如此，”孩子欢喜道，“我这就请它们送我回堪萨斯。”
她搂住狮子脖子亲了亲，轻拍他的大头。又吻了铁皮樵夫，他哭得关节都危险了。她却抱住稻草人软软的草身子，没亲那画出的脸，发觉自己也为离别这些亲爱的伙伴掉泪了。
好格林达走下红宝石座给小女孩告别吻，多萝西谢她对自己和朋友的种种善意。
多萝西郑重抱起托托，最后道别，后跟互敲三下，说：
“带我回家见爱姆婶婶！”
刹那间她在空中飞旋，快得只觉风在耳旁呼啸。
银鞋只三步，她猛地停住，在地上滚了好几圈才知身在何处。
终于她坐起四望。
“天哪！”她叫道。
她正坐在堪萨斯宽旷的草原上，面前正是亨利叔叔在旋风卷走旧屋后盖的新农舍。亨利叔叔在畜栏挤奶，托托跳出她怀，吠着奔向谷仓。
多萝西站起，发觉只穿着袜子。银鞋在飞行中掉了，永远遗失在沙漠里。
Glinda The Good Witch Grants Dorothy’s Wish
Before they went to see Glinda, however, they were taken to a room of
the Castle, where Dorothy washed her face and combed her hair, and the
Lion shook the dust out of his mane, and the Scarecrow patted himself
into his best shape, and the Woodman polished his tin and oiled his
joints.
When they were all quite presentable they followed the soldier girl
into a big room where the Witch Glinda sat upon a throne of rubies.
She was both beautiful and young to their eyes. Her hair was a rich red
in color and fell in flowing ringlets over her shoulders. Her dress was
pure white but her eyes were blue, and they looked kindly upon the
little girl.
“What can I do for you, my child?” she asked.
Dorothy told the Witch all her story: how the cyclone had brought her
to the Land of Oz, how she had found her companions, and of the
wonderful adventures they had met with.
“My greatest wish now,” she added, “is to get back to Kansas, for Aunt
Em will surely think something dreadful has happened to me, and that
will make her put on mourning; and unless the crops are better this
year than they were last, I am sure Uncle Henry cannot afford it.”
Glinda leaned forward and kissed the sweet, upturned face of the loving
little girl.
“Bless your dear heart,” she said, “I am sure I can tell you of a way
to get back to Kansas.” Then she added, “But, if I do, you must give me
the Golden Cap.”
“Willingly!” exclaimed Dorothy; “indeed, it is of no use to me now, and
when you have it you can command the Winged Monkeys three times.”
“And I think I shall need their service just those three times,”
answered Glinda, smiling.
Dorothy then gave her the Golden Cap, and the Witch said to the
Scarecrow, “What will you do when Dorothy has left us?”
“I will return to the Emerald City,” he replied, “for Oz has made me
its ruler and the people like me. The only thing that worries me is how
to cross the hill of the Hammer-Heads.”
“By means of the Golden Cap I shall command the Winged Monkeys to carry
you to the gates of the Emerald City,” said Glinda, “for it would be a
shame to deprive the people of so wonderful a ruler.”
“Am I really wonderful?” asked the Scarecrow.
“You are unusual,” replied Glinda.
Turning to the Tin Woodman, she asked, “What will become of you when
Dorothy leaves this country?”
He leaned on his axe and thought a moment. Then he said, “The Winkies
were very kind to me, and wanted me to rule over them after the Wicked
Witch died. I am fond of the Winkies, and if I could get back again to
the Country of the West, I should like nothing better than to rule over
them forever.”
“My second command to the Winged Monkeys,” said Glinda “will be that
they carry you safely to the land of the Winkies. Your brain may not be
so large to look at as those of the Scarecrow, but you are really
brighter than he is—when you are well polished—and I am sure you will
rule the Winkies wisely and well.”
Then the Witch looked at the big, shaggy Lion and asked, “When Dorothy
has returned to her own home, what will become of you?”
“Over the hill of the Hammer-Heads,” he answered, “lies a grand old
forest, and all the beasts that live there have made me their King. If
I could only get back to this forest, I would pass my life very happily
there.”
“My third command to the Winged Monkeys,” said Glinda, “shall be to
carry you to your forest. Then, having used up the powers of the Golden
Cap, I shall give it to the King of the Monkeys, that he and his band
may thereafter be free for evermore.”
The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion now thanked the Good
Witch earnestly for her kindness; and Dorothy exclaimed:
“You are certainly as good as you are beautiful! But you have not yet
told me how to get back to Kansas.”
“Your Silver Shoes will carry you over the desert,” replied Glinda. “If
you had known their power you could have gone back to your Aunt Em the
very first day you came to this country.”
“But then I should not have had my wonderful brains!” cried the
Scarecrow. “I might have passed my whole life in the farmer’s
cornfield.”
“And I should not have had my lovely heart,” said the Tin Woodman. “I
might have stood and rusted in the forest till the end of the world.”
“And I should have lived a coward forever,” declared the Lion, “and no
beast in all the forest would have had a good word to say to me.”
“This is all true,” said Dorothy, “and I am glad I was of use to these
good friends. But now that each of them has had what he most desired,
and each is happy in having a kingdom to rule besides, I think I should
like to go back to Kansas.”
“The Silver Shoes,” said the Good Witch, “have wonderful powers. And
one of the most curious things about them is that they can carry you to
any place in the world in three steps, and each step will be made in
the wink of an eye. All you have to do is to knock the heels together
three times and command the shoes to carry you wherever you wish to
go.”
“If that is so,” said the child joyfully, “I will ask them to carry me
back to Kansas at once.”
She threw her arms around the Lion’s neck and kissed him, patting his
big head tenderly. Then she kissed the Tin Woodman, who was weeping in
a way most dangerous to his joints. But she hugged the soft, stuffed
body of the Scarecrow in her arms instead of kissing his painted face,
and found she was crying herself at this sorrowful parting from her
loving comrades.
Glinda the Good stepped down from her ruby throne to give the little
girl a good-bye kiss, and Dorothy thanked her for all the kindness she
had shown to her friends and herself.
Dorothy now took Toto up solemnly in her arms, and having said one last
good-bye she clapped the heels of her shoes together three times,
saying:
“Take me home to Aunt Em!”
Instantly she was whirling through the air, so swiftly that all she
could see or feel was the wind whistling past her ears.
The Silver Shoes took but three steps, and then she stopped so suddenly
that she rolled over upon the grass several times before she knew where
she was.
At length, however, she sat up and looked about her.
“Good gracious!” she cried.
For she was sitting on the broad Kansas prairie, and just before her
was the new farmhouse Uncle Henry built after the cyclone had carried
away the old one. Uncle Henry was milking the cows in the barnyard, and
Toto had jumped out of her arms and was running toward the barn,
barking furiously.
Dorothy stood up and found she was in her stocking-feet. For the Silver
Shoes had fallen off in her flight through the air, and were lost
forever in the desert.
