“But we’re almost on earth again,” cried Dorothy, “for there is the sun⁠—the most beau’ful sun that shines!” and she pointed eagerly at the crack in the distant roof.

“Almost on earth isn’t being there,” said the kitten, in a discontented tone. “It wouldn’t be possible for even me to get up to that crack⁠—or through it if I got there.”

“It appears that the path ends here,” announced the Wizard, gloomily.

“And there is no way to go back,” added Zeb, with a low whistle of perplexity.