all we can
expect,”
returned
the
Scarecrow
pleasantly;
and good
nature
being thus
happily
restored
to the
party,
they
proceeded
upon their
way. When
they again
stopped to
allow Tip
to rest –
the boy
being the
only one
that
seemed to
tire – the
Tin
Woodman
noticed
many
small,
round
holes in
the grassy
meadow.
“This must
be a
village of
the Field
Mice,” he
said to
the
Scarecrow.
“I wonder
if my old
friend,
the Queen
of the
Mice, is
