Then, last of all, was the Glass Cat, holding fast to the Woozy's tail with her glass jaws.
"Now," said the Shaggy Man, "you must all shut your eyes tight, and keep them shut until I tell you to open them." "I can't," objected Scraps.

"My eyes are buttons, and they won't shut." So the Shaggy Man tied his red handkerchief over the Patchwork Girl's eyes and examined all the others to make sure they had their eyes fast shut and could see nothing.
"What's the game, anyhow--blind-man's-buff ?" asked Scraps.
"Keep quiet!" commanded the Shaggy Man, sternly.

"All ready?
Then follow me." He took Ojo's hand and led him forward over the road of yellow bricks, toward the gate.

Holding fast to one another they all followed in a row, expecting every minute to bump against the iron bars.

The Shaggy Man also had his eyes closed, but marched straight ahead, nevertheless, and after he had taken one hundred steps, by actual count, he stopped and said: "Now you may open your eyes." They did so, and to their astonishment found the wall and the gateway far behind them, while in front the former Blue Country of the Munchkins had given way to green fields, with pretty farm-houses scattered among them.
"That wall," explained the Shaggy Man, "is what is called an optical illusion.