The Giant with the HammerThe road led for a time through a pretty farm country, and then past a picnic grove that was very inviting. But the procession continued to steadily advance until Billina cried in an abrupt and commanding manner:
“Wait—wait!”
Ozma stopped her chariot so suddenly that the Scarecrow’s Sawhorse nearly ran into it, and the ranks of the army tumbled over one another before they could come to a halt. Immediately the yellow hen struggled from Dorothy’s arms and flew into a clump of bushes by the roadside.
“What’s the matter?” called the Tin Woodman, anxiously.
“Why, Billina wants to lay her egg, that’s all,” said Dorothy.
“Lay her egg!” repeated the Tin Woodman, in astonishment.
“Yes; she lays one every morning, about this time; and it’s quite fresh,” said the girl.
