Dorothy sat up in bed and looked about her. For a moment she did not realize where she was nor how she came to be in such a strange and charming room. Then from somewhere in the distance sounded a merry, musical voice, singing: Old Noah of old he built an ark – One more river to cross! He built it out of hickory bark – One more riv – –
Dorothy sat up in bed and looked about her. For a moment she did not realize where she was nor how she came to be in such a strange and charming room. Then from somewhere in the distance sounded a merry, musical voice, singing: Old Noah of old he built an ark – One more river to cross! He built it out of hickory bark – One more riv – –