The thought struck Dorothy that perhaps the fairy could give her something pretty to wear, and then she would go into the silver castle.
“If you please, good fairy, I would love to go to the castle, if you would help me with a pretty dress.”
“Certainly,” answered the fairy, and she touched Dorothy lightly on the shoulder. Instantly Dorothy’s white pinafore changed into a silvery robe all spangled and dazzling in its beauty.
Then she touched Dorothy’s ankle ties and they became silver slippers with a satin rosette on each one.
“O, thank you,” said the happy little girl, looking down at her beautiful dress.
“You are very welcome,” returned the fairy, and then added, “Shall I call a chariot?”
“If you please,” said Dorothy, who wasn’t quite sure what it was, but had a strong feeling that she wanted it. The fairy blew a tiny silver horn and immediately there appeared a silver chariot drawn by four silvery white ponies. A coachman and a footman in silver livery attended Dorothy, and before she knew it she was sitting in the beautiful chariot driving over silvery roads.
She felt so happy that she wanted to sing, but just then the chariot stopped at the entrance to the silver castle and Dorothy jumped out and walked up to the beautiful door.
When she was inside a scene of fairy splendor presented itself to her astonished eyes. Beautiful ladies—each one a Princess—were dancing with brave, handsome men,—each one a Prince, and the music was just like sweet bells, all ringing in tune.
Dorothy stood a minute and then the bravest Prince in the room came up to her and said: