Gathering up his witch skirts, Notta leaped into the Fiddlebow Boat and, seizing the long oar, pushed it in close to the bank. Snorer alighted on the end, and Bob settled himself cozily among the cushions. Merrily the boat went dancing down the stream, propelled by Notta's strong arm. The only thing that marred Bob's pleasure was the thought of Notta's disguise. But he determined to tell Dorothy, or the first person they met, that the clown was not a witch, but the jolliest fellow in the world. Somewhat comforted by this thought, Bob gave himself up to pure enjoyment.
Notta and Bob Up on their way to the Emerald City, in the Fiddlebow Boat.
"Did you hear the fiddles last night?" asked the little boy presently.
"Bob," sighed Notta, "I did, and never heard any like it in the whole of my travels."