"Well, the proof will be in the pudding," said the Lion.
"What did you say would be in the pudding?" asked the Scarecrow.
"What I'm trying to say," answered Lion, patiently, "is that when we meet face to face the real test will begin."
"Oh," said the Scarecrow. "I understand."
"We must all have faith," said Dorothy, "and know that, without a doubt, we have overcome hate."
Everyone was so busy talking that none had paid too much attention to the surroundings. "Look!" said the Lion. "Look at the beautiful homes!"
They were very surprised to see several lovely houses scattered about. The landscaping was comprised of little wooden knolls surrounded by the greenest of green grass. Little winding paths of yellow brick connected all of the houses together. The homes themselves were all of different architecture and design: from a southern mansion to a very modern split-level. One house was a very pretty Tudor style home, with flowers of every variety around it. Another, a beautiful Spanish style home, had the most beautiful garden that Dorothy had ever seen; with small lakes and waterfalls and exotic plants and trees of every variety. As they got closer, they could make out the figures of three men on the porch sitting in very comfortable-looking rocking chairs. They seemed to be just enjoying the warm lazy sounds of the garden — the droning of a bee collecting pollen, birds chirping, and the soft rippling sound of water from nearby fountains.
In front of the men, on a little round table, was a pitcher of what looked to Dorothy, like ice-cold lemonade.
As if reading her thoughts, one of the men said, "Come and join us for lemonade, my dear. You look thirsty — all of you, please come and sit down."
The man brought out some more rocking chairs and said, "Welcome to Presidentland."