"Why, he must be lost," she said to the s.h.a.ggy man. She turned to the boy once more.
"What are you going to do?" she inquired.
"Dig," said he.
"But you can"t dig forever; and what are you going to do then?" she persisted.
"Don"t know," said the boy.
"But you MUST know SOMETHING," declared Dorothy, getting provoked.
"Must I?" he asked, looking up in surprise.
"Of course you must."
"What must I know?"
"What"s going to become of you, for one thing," she answered.
"Do YOU know what"s going to become of me?" he asked.
"Not--not "zactly," she admitted.
"Do you know what"s going to become of YOU?" he continued, earnestly.
"I can"t say I do," replied Dorothy, remembering her present difficulties.
The s.h.a.ggy man laughed.
"No one knows everything, Dorothy," he said.
"But b.u.t.ton-Bright doesn"t seem to know ANYthing," she declared. "Do you, b.u.t.ton-Bright?"
He shook his head, which had pretty curls all over it, and replied with perfect calmness:
"Don"t know."
Never before had Dorothy met with anyone who could give her so little information. The boy was evidently lost, and his people would be sure to worry about him. He seemed two or three years younger than Dorothy, and was prettily dressed, as if someone loved him dearly and took much pains to make him look well. How, then, did he come to be in this lonely road? she wondered.
Near b.u.t.ton-Bright, on the ground, lay a sailor hat with a gilt anchor on the band. His sailor trousers were long and wide at the bottom, and the broad collar of his blouse had gold anchors sewed on its corners.
The boy was still digging at his hole.
"Have you ever been to sea?" asked Dorothy.
"To see what?" answered b.u.t.ton-Bright.
"I mean, have you ever been where there"s water?"
"Yes," said b.u.t.ton-Bright; "there"s a well in our back yard."
"You don"t understand," cried Dorothy. "I mean, have you ever been on a big ship floating on a big ocean?"
"Don"t know," said he.
"Then why do you wear sailor clothes?"
"Don"t know," he answered, again.
Dorothy was in despair.
"You"re just AWFUL stupid, b.u.t.ton-Bright," she said.
"Am I?" he asked.
"Yes, you are."
"Why?" looking up at her with big eyes.
She was going to say: "Don"t know," but stopped herself in time.
"That"s for you to answer," she replied.
"It"s no use asking b.u.t.ton-Bright questions," said the s.h.a.ggy man, who had been eating another apple; "but someone ought to take care of the poor little chap, don"t you think? So he"d better come along with us."
Toto had been looking with great curiosity in the hole which the boy was digging, and growing more and more excited every minute, perhaps thinking that b.u.t.ton-Bright was after some wild animal. The little dog began barking loudly and jumped into the hole himself, where he began to dig with his tiny paws, making the earth fly in all directions. It spattered over the boy. Dorothy seized him and raised him to his feet, brushing his clothes with her hand.
"Stop that, Toto!" she called. "There aren"t any mice or woodchucks in that hole, so don"t be foolish."
Toto stopped, sniffed at the hole suspiciously, and jumped out of it, wagging his tail as if he had done something important.
"Well," said the s.h.a.ggy man, "let"s start on, or we won"t get anywhere before night comes."
"Where do you expect to get to?" asked Dorothy.
"I"m like b.u.t.ton-Bright. I don"t know," answered the s.h.a.ggy man, with a laugh. "But I"ve learned from long experience that every road leads somewhere, or there wouldn"t be any road; so it"s likely that if we travel long enough, my dear, we will come to some place or another in the end. What place it will be we can"t even guess at this moment, but we"re sure to find out when we get there."
"Why, yes," said Dorothy; "that seems reas"n"ble, s.h.a.ggy Man."
3. A Queer Village
b.u.t.ton-Bright took the s.h.a.ggy man"s hand willingly; for the s.h.a.ggy man had the Love Magnet, you know, which was the reason b.u.t.ton-Bright had loved him at once. They started on, with Dorothy on one side, and Toto on the other, the little party trudging along more cheerfully than you might have supposed. The girl was getting used to queer adventures, which interested her very much. Wherever Dorothy went Toto was sure to go, like Mary"s little lamb. b.u.t.ton-Bright didn"t seem a bit afraid or worried because he was lost, and the s.h.a.ggy man had no home, perhaps, and was as happy in one place as in another.
Before long they saw ahead of them a fine big arch spanning the road, and when they came nearer they found that the arch was beautifully carved and decorated with rich colors. A row of peac.o.c.ks with spread tails ran along the top of it, and all the feathers were gorgeously painted. In the center was a large fox"s head, and the fox wore a shrewd and knowing expression and had large spectacles over its eyes and a small golden crown with shiny points on top of its head.
While the travelers were looking with curiosity at this beautiful arch there suddenly marched out of it a company of soldiers--only the soldiers were all foxes dressed in uniforms. They wore green jackets and yellow pantaloons, and their little round caps and their high boots were a bright red color. Also, there was a big red bow tied about the middle of each long, bushy tail. Each soldier was armed with a wooden sword having an edge of sharp teeth set in a row, and the sight of these teeth at first caused Dorothy to shudder.