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El Maravilloso Mago de Oz
Capítulo 2, Página 1
She
was
awakened
by
a
shock,
so
sudden
and
severe
that
if
Dorothy
had
not
been
lying
on
the
soft
bed
she
might
have
been
hurt.
As
it
was,
the
jar
made
her
catch
her
breath
and
wonder
what
had
happened;
and
Toto
put
his
cold
little
nose
into
her
face
and
whined
dismally.
Dorothy
sat
up
and
noticed
that
the
house
was
not
moving;
nor
was
it
dark,
for
the
bright
sunshine
came
in
at
the
window,
flooding
the
little
room.
She
sprang
from
her
bed
and
with
Toto
at
her
heels
ran
and
opened
the
door.
The
little
girl
gave
a
cry
of
amazement
and
looked
about
her,
her
eyes
growing
bigger
and
bigger
at
the
wonderful
sights
she
saw.
The
cyclone
had
set
the
house
down
very
gently—for
a
cyclone—in
the
midst
of
a
country
of
marvelous
beauty.
There
were
lovely
patches
of
greensward
all
about,
with
stately
trees
bearing
rich
and
luscious
fruits.
Banks
of
gorgeous
flowers
were
on
every
hand,
and
birds
with
rare
and
brilliant
plumage
sang
and
fluttered
in
the
trees
and
bushes.
A
little
way
off
was
a
small
brook,
rushing
and
sparkling
along
between
green
banks,
and
murmuring
in
a
voice
very
grateful
to
a
little
girl
who
had
lived
so
long
on
the
dry,
gray
prairies.
While
she
stood
looking
eagerly
at
the
strange
and
beautiful
sights,
she
noticed
coming
toward
her
a
group
of
the
queerest
people
she
had
ever
seen.
They
were
not
as
big
as
the
grown
folk
she
had
always
been
used
to;
but
neither
were
they
very
small.
In
fact,
they
seemed
about
as
tall
as
Dorothy,
who
was
a
well-grown
child
for
her
age,
although
they
were,
so
far
as
looks
go,
many
years
older.
Three
were
men
and
one
a
woman,
and
all
were
oddly
dressed.
They
wore
round
hats
that
rose
to
a
small
point
a
foot
above
their
heads,
with
little
bells
around
the
brims
that
tinkled
sweetly
as
they
moved.
The
hats
of
the
men
were
blue;
the
little
woman’s
hat
was
white,
and
she
wore
a
white
gown
that
hung
in
pleats
from
her
shoulders.
Over
it
were
sprinkled
little
stars
that
glistened
in
the
sun
like
diamonds.
The
men
were
dressed
in
blue,
of
the
same
shade
as
their
hats,
and
wore
well-polished
boots
with
a
deep
roll
of
blue
at
the
tops.
The
men,
Dorothy
thought,
were
about
as
old
as
Uncle
Henry,
for
two
of
them
had
beards.
But
the
little
woman
was
doubtless
much
older.
Her
face
was
covered
with
wrinkles,
her
hair
was
nearly
white,
and
she
walked
rather
stiffly.
When
these
people
drew
near
the
house
where
Dorothy
was
standing
in
the
doorway,
they
paused
and
whispered
among
themselves,
as
if
afraid
to
come
farther.
But
the
little
old
woman
walked
up
to
Dorothy,
made
a
low
bow
and
said,
in
a
sweet
voice:
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