"That's nothing," declared Dorothy. "I've never been 'specially
proud of myself, but I'd rather be the way I was born than anything
else in the whole world."
The Glass Cat, although it had some disagreeable ways and manners,
nevertheless realized that Trot and Cap'n Bill were its friends and so
was quite disturbed at the fix it had gotten them into by leading them
to the Isle of the Magic Flower. The ruby heart of the Glass Cat was
cold and hard, but still it was a heart, and to have a heart of any
sort is to have some consideration for others. But the queer
transparent creature didn't want Trot and Cap'n Bill to know it was
sorry for them, and therefore it moved very slowly until it had
crossed the river and was out of sight among the trees of the forest.
Then it headed straight toward the Emerald City, and trotted so fast
that it was like a crystal streak crossing the valleys and plains.
Being glass, the cat was tireless, and with no reason to delay its
journey, it reached Ozma's palace in wonderfully quick time.
"Where's the Wizard?" it asked the Pink Kitten, which was curled up
in the sunshine on the lowest step of the palace entrance.
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