Suddenly she came upon a gray, maltese monster, curled up asleep in a corner of the garden. Of course it was Chuff, her own pussy, but she never recognized him and ran on more frightened than ever.
A cow dozing near a hedge became a red horned monster and Dorothy fled in terror.
Suddenly a giant appeared in the path before her. He was looking on the ground to the right and left and never saw Dorothy, who ran behind some bushes, almost frightened out of her wits.
As he came near the bushes where Dorothy was hiding she recognized Uncle John Philip, but she was so thoroughly frightened since he had turned into a giant that she dared not call or make her presence known.
When he had passed she emerged from the bushes and ran into the woods.
At last thoroughly tired she threw herself on the ground, under a great oak tree and cried herself to sleep with the professor’s spectacles on her dear little nose.
When Dorothy was fast asleep the good fairies removed the spectacles and put them in her lap. They felt so sorry to think that Dorothy had looked through the ugly glasses that they kissed her pretty eyelids and whispered beautiful dreams in her little pink ears.
They placed her on a swing, made of a single, silver spider thread, suspended between two trees, and Dorothy swung her little feet while the fairies sang:
“Where the bee sucks, there lurk I,
In a cowslip’s bell I lie.