"I'd better go," said Dorothy. "In the meantime, slap her face."
"I'll be glad to!" said the Scarecrow. Dorothy ran over to a little stream and filled the Tin Woodman's funnel-hat with water. She walked back as quickly as she could and threw the water in the witch's face.
The witch moved ever so slightly, but did not awaken.
"Well, she's still alive, all right," said Dorothy.
"That's amazing," said the Lion. "But what is even more amazing is that the water didn't melt her away like it did her sister. We must have all temporarily forgotten about that in our excitement."
"She must be made of a different material," said the Tin Woodman.
"I wonder why we're trying to save her," the Lion said. "If she recovers, she'll just attack us again."
Dorothy, ignoring the Lion's remarks but bracing herself, began mouth to mouth resuscitation. Sure enough, the witch began to stir.
"She's coming to," said the Lion, stepping back slightly.
The witch's eyes opened and looked evilly from side to side. She looked around her, but could see only a few blurry shadows.