"Shall we go on?" asked the Scarecrow uncertainly, "or shall we go back?"
Standing on tip-toes, Trot tried to see where the road beyond the turnstile went to.
"Let's go on," decided Trot, who could not help feeling curious. So the Scarecrow stepped through the turnstile and the others quickly followed him.
Round the first bend in the road hung a big circular sign.
"ROUNDABOUT WAY"
"May-be the longest way 'round is the shortest way home," observed the Scarecrow, "and now that we are on it we may as well discover where this road goes." But it was impossible to see far. Bushy trees grew on each side of the blue pathway and it curved so that they could see only a few feet ahead.
"This makes me dizzy," confessed Trot, after they had gone around dozens and dozens of curves. "Do you suppose it leads anywhere at all?"