時間一小時一小時地過去，多蘿茜慢慢地適應了這種感覺，她已經不再害怕，但是她感覺到非常的孤單，而且四周的風呼呼作響，她的耳朵幾乎要聽不見聲音了。最開始的時候她的心裏充滿了不安，擔心屋子會墜落，她也會被摔得粉身碎骨，但是等了好幾個小時，依然如此平靜，可怕的事情也沒有發生，多蘿茜不再憂愁，她心平氣和地坐在那裏，等待著接下來會發生什麼。最終多蘿茜從搖搖晃晃的地板上站了起來，爬上床，然後躺了下去。托托一路跟著她，最後在她的旁邊也躺了下去。
多蘿茜很快地閉上眼睛熟睡了，不管那屋子的搖蕩和旋風的哀叫。
1.The Cyclone
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies， with Uncle Henry， who was a farmer， and Aunt Em， who was the farmer"s wife. Their house was small， for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls， a floor and a roof， which made one room； and this room contained a rusty lookingcookstove， a cupboard for the dishes， a table， three or four chairs， and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner， and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no garret at all， and no cellar--except a small hole dug in the ground， called a cyclone cellar， where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose， mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor， from which a ladder led down into the small， dark hole.
When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around， she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass， with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green， for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted， but the sunblistered the paint and the rains washed it away， and now the house was as dull andgray as everything else.