Dorothy sat up in bed and looked about her. For a moment she did not realize where she was nor how she came to be in such a strange and charming room. Then from somewhere in the distance sounded a merry, musical voice, singing: "Old Noah of old he built an ark-- One more river to cross! He built it out of hickory bark-- One more riv----"…
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