Toto was not gray, he was a little black dog, with long sillky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on eirther side of his funny, wee nose.
Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.
Today, however, they were not playing.
Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual.
Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too.
Aunt Em was washing the dishes.
From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.
The now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming that direction also.
Suddenly, Uncle Henry stood up.
"Tnere's a cyclone coming, Em." he called to his wife. "I'll go look after the stock."
Then he ran for the sheds where the cows and horses were kept.
Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door.
One glance told her of the danger close at hand.
"Quick, Dorothy," she screaming. "Run for the cellar!"
Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl stared to get him.
Aunt Em badly friendtened, threw open the door in the floor an climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole.
Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt.
When she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the houe shook so hard that she loss her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.