“That is right, Eureka,” remarked the Wizard, earnestly. “Let us all be a happy family and love one another.”

Eureka yawned and stretched herself.

“I’ve always loved the piglets,” she said; “but they don’t love me.”

“No one can love a person he’s afraid of,” asserted Dorothy. “If you behave, and don’t scare the little pigs, I’m sure they’ll grow very fond of you.”

The Wizard now put the nine tiny ones back into his pocket and the journey was resumed.

“We must be pretty near the top, now,” said the boy, as they climbed wearily up the dark, winding stairway.

“The Country of the Gurgles can’t be far from the top of the earth,” remarked Dorothy. “It isn’t very nice down here. I’d like to get home again, I’m sure.”