“Can’t you mend them?” she enquired.

“No; but they will grow together again, in time, and we must wait until they do.”

They first passed through many beautiful gardens of flowers, which grew nearest the city; but Dorothy could hardly tell what kind of flowers they were, because the colors were constantly changing under the shifting lights of the six suns. A flower would be pink one second, white the next, then blue or yellow; and it was the same way when they came to the plants, which had broad leaves and grew close to the ground.

When they passed over a field of grass Jim immediately stretched down his head and began to nibble.

“A nice country this is,” he grumbled, “where a respectable horse has to eat pink grass!”

“It’s violet,” said the Wizard, who was in the buggy.

“Now it’s blue,” complained the horse. “As a matter of fact, I’m eating rainbow grass.”