The house moved. It turned round two or three times. Then it rose slowly into the air.

'It feels like we are going up in a balloon,' thought Dorothy.

What was happenng? Well, the north and south winds met where the house stood. The house was at the centre of a cyclone. In the middle of a cyclone the air is still, but the wind rushes round and round on the outside. This cyclone lifted the little house. The house went up and up until it was high in the sky. The cyclone carried the house far, far away.

Dorothy is not frightened

It was dark and noisy inside the house. Toto, Dorothy's little dog, did not like it. He ran about the room, barking loudly. But Dorothy found she was riding along quite easily. She just sat still on the floor. She waited to see what would happen.

Once Toto got too near the cellar door. It was still open, and he fell through. At first the little girl thought she had lost him. But soon she saw one of his ears sticking up through the hole. The cyclone was keeping him up so that he could not fall. She caught Toto by the ear and pulled him in. Then she closed the cellar door tight.

Hour after hour passed. Dorothy began to feel less frightened. She went and lay down on her bed. Toto followed and lay down beside her. Dorothy closed her eyes. Soon they were both asleep.