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+
+THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ
+
+by L. FRANK BAUM
+
+Affectionately dedicated to my young friend
+Sumner Hamilton Britton of Chicago
+
+
+Prologue
+
+Through the kindness of Dorothy Gale of Kansas,
+afterward Princess Dorothy of Oz, an humble writer
+in the United States of America was once appointed
+Royal Historian of Oz, with the privilege of
+writing the chronicle of that wonderful fairyland.
+But after making six books about the adventures of
+those interesting but queer people who live in the
+Land of Oz, the Historian learned with sorrow that
+by an edict of the Supreme Ruler, Ozma of Oz, her
+country would thereafter be rendered invisible to
+all who lived outside its borders and that all
+communication with Oz would, in the future, be cut off.
+
+
+The children who had learned to look for the
+books about Oz and who loved the stories about the
+gay and happy people inhabiting that favored
+country, were as sorry as their Historian that
+there would be no more books of Oz stories. They
+wrote many letters asking if the Historian did not
+know of some adventures to write about that had
+happened before the Land of Oz was shut out from
+all the rest of the world. But he did not know of
+any. Finally one of the children inquired why we
+couldn't hear from Princess Dorothy by wireless
+telegraph, which would enable her to communicate
+to the Historian whatever happened in the far-off
+Land of Oz without his seeing her, or even knowing
+just where Oz is.
+
+That seemed a good idea; so the Historian rigged
+up a high tower in his back yard, and took lessons
+in wireless telegraphy until he understood it,
+and then began to call "Princess Dorothy of Oz" by
+sending messages into the air.
+
+Now, it wasn't likely that Dorothy would be
+looking for wireless messages or would heed the
+call; but one thing the Historian was sure of, and
+that was that the powerful Sorceress, Glinda,
+would know what he was doing and that he desired
+to communicate with Dorothy. For Glinda has a big
+book in which is recorded every event that takes
+place anywhere in the world, just the moment that
+it happens, and so of course the book would tell
+her about the wireless message.
+
+And that was the way Dorothy heard that the
+Historian wanted to speak with her, and there was
+a Shaggy Man in the Land of Oz who knew how to
+telegraph a wireless reply. The result was that
+the Historian begged so hard to be told the latest
+news of Oz, so that he could write it down for the
+children to read, that Dorothy asked permission of
+Ozma and Ozma graciously consented.
+
+That is why, after two long years of waiting,
+another Oz story is now presented to the children
+of America. This would not have been possible had
+not some clever man invented the "wireless" and an
+equally clever child suggested the idea of
+reaching the mysterious Land of Oz by its means.
+
+L. Frank Baum.
+
+"OZCOT"
+at Hollywood
+in California
+
+
+
+LIST OF CHAPTERS
+1  - Ojo and Unc Nunkie
+2  - The Crooked Magician
+3  - The Patchwork Girl
+4  - The Glass Cat
+5  - A Terrible Accident
+6  - The Journey
+7  - The Troublesome Phonograph
+8  - The Foolish Owl and the Wise Donkey
+9  - They Meet the Woozy
+10 - Shaggy Man to the Rescue
+11 - A Good Friend
+12 - The Giant Porcupine
+13 - Scrapes and the Scarecrow
+14 - Ojo Breaks the Law
+15 - Ozma's Prisoner
+16 - Princess Dorothy
+17 - Ozma and Her Friends
+18 - Ojo is Forgiven
+19 - Trouble with the Tottenhots
+20 - The Captive Yoop
+21 - Hip Hopper the Champion
+22 - The Joking Horners
+23 - Peace is Declared
+24 - Ojo Finds the Dark Well
+25 - They Bribe the Lazy Quadling
+26 - The Trick River
+27 - The Tin Woodman Objects
+28 - The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
+
+
+
+
+
+The Patchwork Girl of Oz
+
+
+
+
+Chapter One
+
+Ojo and Unc Nunkie
+
+
+"Where's the butter, Unc Nunkie?" asked Ojo.
+
+Unc looked out of the window and stroked his
+long beard. Then he turned to the Munchkin boy and
+shook his head.
+
+"Isn't," said he.
+
+"Isn't any butter? That's too bad, Unc. Where's
+the jam then?" inquired Ojo, standing on a stool
+so he could look through all the shelves of the
+cupboard. But Unc Nunkie shook his head again.
+
+"Gone," he said.
+
+"No jam, either? And no cake--no jelly--no
+apples--nothing but bread?"
+
+"All," said Unc, again stroking his beard as he
+gazed from the window.
+
+The little boy brought the stool and sat be side
+his uncle, munching the dry bread slowly and
+seeming in deep thought.
+
+"Nothing grows in our yard but the bread
+tree," he mused, "and there are only two more
+loaves on that tree; and they're not ripe yet. Tell
+me, Unc; why are we so poor?"
+
+The old Munchkin turned and looked at Ojo. He
+had kindly eyes, but he hadn't smiled or laughed
+in so long that the boy had forgotten that Unc
+Nunkie could look any other way than solemn. And
+Unc never spoke any more words than he was obliged
+to, so his little nephew, who lived alone with
+him, had learned to understand a great deal from
+one word.
+
+"Why are we so poor, Unc?" repeated the
+
+"Not," said the old Munchkin.
+
+"I think we are," declared Ojo. "What have we
+got?"
+
+"House," said Unc Nunkie.
+
+"I know; but everyone in the Land of Oz
+has a place to live. What else, Unc?"
+
+"Bread."
+
+"I'm eating the last loaf that's ripe. There;
+I've put aside your share, Unc. It's on the table,
+so you can eat it when you get hungry. But when
+that is gone, what shall we eat, Unc?"
+
+The old man shifted in his chair but merely
+shook his head.
+
+"Of course," said Ojo, who was obliged to talk
+because his uncle would not, "no one starves in
+the Land of Oz, either. There is plenty for
+everyone, you know; only, if it isn't just where
+you happen to be, you must go where it is."
+
+The aged Munchkin wriggled again and stared at
+his small nephew as if disturbed by his argument.
+
+"By tomorrow morning," the boy went on, we must
+go where there is something to eat, or we shall
+grow very hungry and become very unhappy."
+
+"Where?" asked Unc.
+
+"Where shall we go? I don't know, I'm sure,"
+replied Ojo. "But you must know, Unc. You must
+have traveled, in your time, because you're so
+old. I don't remember it, because ever since I
+could remember anything we've lived right here in
+this lonesome, round house, with a little garden
+back of it and the thick woods all around. All
+I've ever seen of the great Land of Oz, Unc dear,
+is the view of that mountain over at the south,
+where they say the Hammerheads live--who won't let
+anybody go by them--and that mountain at the
+north, where they say nobody lives."
+
+"One," declared Unc, correcting him.
+
+"Oh, yes; one family lives there, I've heard.
+That's the Crooked Magician, who is named
+Dr. Pipt, and his wife Margolotte. One year you
+told me about them; I think it took you a whole
+year, Unc, to say as much as I've just said about
+the Crooked Magician and his wife. They live
+high up on the mountain, and the good Munchkin
+Country, where the fruits and flowers grow, is
+just the other side. It's funny you and I should
+live here all alone, in the middle of the forest,
+Isn't it?"
+
+"Yes," said Unc.
+
+"Then let's go away and visit the Munchkin
+Country and its jolly, good-natured people. I'd
+love to get a sight of something besides woods,
+Unc Nunkie."
+
+"Too little," said Unc.
+
+"Why, I'm not so little as I used to be,"
+answered the boy earnestly. "I think I can walk
+as far and as fast through the woods as you
+can, Unc. And now that nothing grows in our
+back yard that is good to eat, we must go where
+there is food."
+
+Unc Nunkie made no reply for a time. Then
+he shut down the window and turned his chair
+to face the room, for the sun was sinking behind
+the tree-tops and it was growing cool.
+
+By and by Ojo lighted the fire and the logs
+blazed freely in the broad fireplace. The two sat
+in the firelight a long time--the old, white-
+bearded Munchkin and the little boy. Both were
+thinking. When it grew quite dark out-side, Ojo
+said:
+
+"Eat your bread, Unc, and then we will go to
+bed."
+
+But Unc Nunkie did not eat the bread; neither
+did he go directly to bed. Long after his little
+nephew was sound asleep in the corner of the room
+the old man sat by the fire, thinking.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Two
+
+The Crooked Magician
+
+
+Just at dawn next morning Unc Nunkie laid his hand
+tenderly on Ojo's head and awakened him.
+
+"Come," he said.
+
+Ojo dressed. He wore blue silk stockings, blue
+knee pants with gold buckles, a blue ruffled
+waist and a jacket of bright blue braided with
+gold. His shoes were of blue leather and turned up
+at the toes, which were pointed. His hat had a
+peaked crown and a flat brim, and around the brim
+was a row of tiny golden bells that tinkled when
+he moved. This was the native costume of those
+who inhabited the Munchkin Country of the Land of
+Oz, so Unc Nunkie's dress was much like that of
+his nephew. Instead of shoes, the old man wore
+boots with turnover tops and his blue coat had
+wide cuffs of gold braid.
+
+The boy noticed that his uncle had not eaten
+the bread, and supposed the old man had not
+been hungry. Ojo was hungry, though; so he
+divided the piece of bread upon the table and
+ate his half for breakfast, washing it down with
+fresh, cool water from the brook. Unc put the
+other piece of bread in his jacket pocket, after
+which he again said, as he walked out through
+the doorway: "Come."
+
+Ojo was well pleased. He was dreadfully
+tired of living all alone in the woods and wanted
+to travel and see people. For a long time he had
+wished to explore the beautiful Land of Oz
+in which they lived. When they were outside,
+Unc simply latched the door and started up the
+path. No one would disturb their little house,
+even if anyone came so far into the thick forest
+while they were gone.
+
+At the foot of the mountain that separated the
+Country of the Munchkins from the Country of the
+Gillikins, the path divided. One way led to the
+left and the other to the right--straight up the
+mountain. Unc Nunkie took this right--hand path and
+Ojo followed without asking why. He knew it would
+take them to the house of the Crooked Magician,
+whom he had never seen but who was their nearest
+neighbor.
+
+All the morning they trudged up the mountain path
+and at noon Unc and Ojo sat on a fallen tree-trunk
+and ate the last of the bread which the old
+Munchkin had placed in his pocket. Then they
+started on again and two hours later came in sight
+of the house of Dr. Pipt.
+
+It was a big house, round, as were all the
+Munchkin houses, and painted blue, which is the
+distinctive color of the Munchkin Country of Oz.
+There was a pretty garden around the house, where
+blue trees and blue flowers grew in abundance and
+in one place were beds of blue cabbages, blue
+carrots and blue lettuce, all of which were
+delicious to eat. In Dr. Pipt's garden grew bun-
+trees, cake-trees, cream-puff bushes, blue
+buttercups which yielded excellent blue butter and
+a row of chocolate-caramel plants. Paths of blue
+gravel divided the vegetable and flower beds and a
+wider path led up to the front door. The place was
+in a clearing on the mountain, but a little way
+off was the grim forest, which completely
+surrounded it.
+
+Unc knocked at the door of the house and
+a chubby, pleasant-faced woman, dressed all in
+blue, opened it and greeted the visitors with a
+smile.
+
+"Ah," said Ojo; "you must be Dame Margolotte,
+the good wife of Dr. Pipt."
+
+"I am, my dear, and all strangers are welcome
+to my home."
+
+"May we see the famous Magician, Madam?"
+
+"He is very busy just now," she said, shaking
+her head doubtfully. "But come in and let me
+give you something to eat, for you must have
+traveled far in order to get our lonely place."
+
+"We have," replied Ojo, as he and Unc entered
+the house. "We have come from a far lonelier place
+than this."
+
+"A lonelier place! And in the Munchkin Country?"
+she exclaimed. "Then it must be somewhere in the
+Blue Forest."
+
+"It is, good Dame Margolotte."
+
+"Dear me!" she said, looking at the man, "you
+must be Unc Nunkie, known as the Silent One." Then
+she looked at the boy. "And you must be Ojo the
+Unlucky," she added.
+
+"Yes," said Unc.
+
+"I never knew I was called the Unlucky,"
+said Ojo, soberly; "but it is really a good name
+for me."
+
+"Well," remarked the woman, as she bustled
+around the room and set the table and brought food
+from the cupboard, "you were unlucky to live all
+alone in that dismal forest, which is much worse
+than the forest around here; but perhaps your luck
+will change, now you are away from it. If, during
+your travels, you can manage to lose that 'Un' at
+the beginning of your name  Unlucky,' you will
+then become Ojo the Lucky, which will be a great
+improvement."
+
+"How can I lose that 'Un,' Dame Margolotte?"
+
+"I do not know how, but you must keep the
+matter in mind and perhaps the chance will
+come to you," she replied.
+
+Ojo had never eaten such a fine meal in all
+his life. There was a savory stew, smoking hot,
+a dish of blue peas, a bowl of sweet milk of a
+delicate blue tint and a blue pudding with blue
+plums in it. When the visitors had eaten heartily
+of this fare the woman said to them:
+
+"Do you wish to see Dr. Pipt on business or
+for pleasure?"
+
+Unc shook his head.
+
+"We are traveling," replied Ojo, "and we
+stopped at your house just to rest and refresh
+ourselves. I do not think Unc Nunkie cares
+very much to see the famous Crooked Magician;
+but for my part I am curious to look at such
+a great man.
+
+The woman seemed thoughtful.
+
+"I remember that Unc Nunkie and my husband used
+to be friends, many years ago," she said, "so
+perhaps they will be glad to meet again. The
+Magician is very busy, as I said, but if you will
+promise not to disturb him you may come into his
+workshop and watch him prepare a wonderful charm."
+
+"Thank you," replied the boy, much pleased.
+"I would like to do that."
+
+She led the way to a great domed hall at the
+back of the house, which was the Magician's
+workshop. There was a row of windows extending
+nearly around the sides of the circular room,
+which rendered the place very light, and there was
+a back door in addition to the one leading to the
+front part of the house. Before the row of windows
+a broad seat was built and there were some chairs
+and benches in the room besides. At one end stood
+a great fireplace, in which a blue log was blazing
+with a blue flame, and over the fire hung four
+kettles in a row, all bubbling and steaming at a
+great rate. The Magician was stirring all four of
+these kettles at the same time, two with his
+hands and two with his feet, to the latter, wooden
+ladles being strapped, for this man was so very
+crooked that his legs were as handy as his arms.
+
+Unc Nunkie came forward to greet his old
+friend, but not being able to shake either his
+hands or his feet, which were all occupied in
+stirring, he patted the Magician's bald head and
+asked: "What?"
+
+"Ah, it's the Silent One," remarked Dr. Pipt,
+without looking up, "and he wants to know
+what I'm making. Well, when it is quite finished
+this compound will be the wonderful Powder
+of Life, which no one knows how to make but
+myself. Whenever it is sprinkled on anything,
+that thing will at once come to life, no matter
+what it is. It takes me several years to make this
+magic Powder, but at this moment I am pleased
+to say it is nearly done. You see, I am making it
+for my good wife Margolotte, who wants to use
+some of it for a purpose of her own. Sit down
+and make yourself comfortable, Unc Nunkie,
+and after I've finished my task I will talk to
+you.
+
+"You must know," said Margolottte, when they
+were all seated together on the broad window-seat,
+"that my husband foolishly gave away all the
+Powder of Life he first made to old Mombi the
+Witch, who used to live in the Country of the
+Gillikins, to the north of here. Mombi gave to Dr.
+Pipt a Powder of Perpetual Youth in exchange for
+his Powder of Life, but she cheated him wickedly,
+for the Powder of Youth was no good and could work
+no magic at all."
+
+"Perhaps the Powder of Life couldn't either,"
+said Ojo.
+
+"Yes; it is perfection," she declared. "The first
+lot we tested on our Glass Cat, which not only
+began to live but has lived ever since. She's
+somewhere around the house now."
+
+"A Glass Cat!" exclaimed Ojo, astonished.
+
+"Yes; she makes a very pleasant companion, but
+admires herself a little more than is considered
+modest, and she positively refuses to catch mice,"
+explained Margolotte. "My husband made the cat
+some pink brains, but they proved to be too high-
+bred and particular for a cat, so she thinks it is
+undignified in her to catch mice. Also she has a
+pretty blood-red heart, but it is made of stone--a
+ruby, I think--and so is rather hard and unfeeling.
+I think the next Class Cat the Magician makes will
+have neither brains nor heart, for then it will
+not object to catching mice and may prove of some
+use to us."
+
+"What did old Mombi the Witch do with the
+Powder of Life your husband gave her?" asked
+the boy.
+
+"She brought Jack Pumpkinhead to life, for
+one thing," was the reply. "I suppose you've
+heard of jack Pumpkinhead. He is now living
+near the Emerald City and is a great favorite
+with the Princess Ozma, who rules all the Land
+of Oz."
+
+"No; I've never heard of him," remarked
+Ojo. "I'm afraid I don't know much about the
+Land of Oz. You see, I've lived all my life with
+Unc Nunkie, the Silent One, and there was no
+one to tell me anything."
+
+"That is one reason you are Ojo the Unlucky,"
+said the woman, in a sympathetic tone. "The more
+one knows, the luckier he is, for knowledge is the
+greatest gift in life."
+
+"But tell me, please, what you intend to do
+With this new lot of the Powder of Life, which
+Dr. Pipt is making. He said his wife wanted it
+for some especial purpose.
+
+"So I do," she answered. "I want it to bring
+my Patchwork Girl to life."
+
+"Oh! A Patchwork Girl? What is that?" Ojo
+asked, for this seemed even more strange and
+unusual than a Glass Cat.
+
+"I think I must show you my Patchwork
+Girl," said Margolotte, laughing at the boy's
+astonishment, "for she is rather difficult to
+explain. But first I will tell you that for many
+years I have longed for a servant to help me with
+the housework and to cook the meals and wash the
+dishes. No servant will come here because the
+place is so lonely and out-of-the-way, so my
+clever husband, the Crooked Magician, proposed
+that I make a girl out of some sort of material
+and he would make her live by sprinkling over her
+the Powder of Life. This seemed an excellent
+suggestion and at once Dr. Pipt set to work to
+make a new batch of his magic powder. He has been
+at it a long, long while, and so I have had plenty
+of time to make the girl. Yet that task was not so
+easy as you may suppose. At first I couldn't think
+what to make her of, but finally in searching
+through a chest I came across an old patchwork
+quilt, which my grandmother once made when she was
+young.
+
+"What is a patchwork quilt?" asked Ojo.
+
+"A bed-quilt made of patches of different kinds
+and colors of cloth, all neatly sewed together.
+The patches are of all shapes and sizes, so a
+patchwork quilt is a very pretty and gorgeous
+thing to look at. Sometimes it is called a
+'crazyquilt,' because the patches and colors are
+so mixed up. We never have used my grand-mother's
+manycolored patchwork quilt, hand-some as it is,
+for we Munchkins do not care for any color other
+than blue, so it has been packed away in the chest
+for about a hundred years. When I found it, I said
+to myself that it would do nicely for my servant
+girl, for when she was brought to life she would
+not be proud nor haughty, as the Glass Cat is, for
+such a dreadful mixture of colors would discourage
+her from trying to, be as dignified as the blue
+Munchkins are.
+
+"Is blue the only respectable color, then?"
+inquired Ojo.
+
+"Yes, for a Munchkin. All our country is blue,
+you know. But in other parts of Oz the people
+favor different colors. At the Emerald City,
+where our Princess Ozma lives, green is the
+popular color. But all Munchkins prefer blue
+to anything else and when my housework girl
+is brought to life she will find herself to be of
+so many unpopular colors that she'll never dare
+be rebellious or impudent, as servants are
+sometimes liable to be when they are made the same
+way their mistresses are."
+
+Unc Nunkie nodded approval.
+
+"Good idea," he said; and that was a long
+speech for Unc Nunkie because it was two
+words.
+
+"So I cut up the quilt," continued Margolotte,
+"and made from it a very well-shaped girl,
+which I stuffed with cotton-wadding. I will
+show you what a good job I did," and she went
+to a tall cupboard and threw open the doors.
+
+Then back she came, lugging in her arms the
+Patchwork Girl, which she set upon the bench
+and propped up so that the figure would not
+tumble over.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Three
+
+The Patchwork Girl
+
+
+Ojo examined this curious contrivance with wonder.
+The Patchwork Girl was taller than he, when she
+stood upright, and her body was plump and rounded
+because it had been so neatly stuffed with cotton.
+Margolotte had first made the girl's form from the
+patchwork quilt and then she had dressed it with a
+patchwork skirt and an apron with pockets in it--
+using the same gay material throughout. Upon the
+feet she had sewn a pair of red leather shoes with
+pointed toes. All the fingers and thumbs of the
+girl's hands had been carefully formed and stuffed
+and stitched at the edges, with gold plates at the
+ends to serve as finger-nails.
+
+"She will have to work, when she comes to
+life," said Marglotte.
+
+The head of the Patchwork Girl was the most
+curious part of her. While she waited for her
+husband to finish making his Powder of Life the
+woman had found ample time to complete the head as
+her fancy dictated, and she realized that a good
+servant's head must be properly constructed. The
+hair was of brown yarn and hung down on her neck
+in several neat braids. Her eyes were two silver
+suspender-buttons cut from a pair of the
+Magician's old trousers, and they were sewed on
+with black threads, which formed the pupils of the
+eyes. Margolotte had puzzled over the ears for
+some time, for these were important if the servant
+was to hear distinctly, but finally she had made
+them out of thin plates of gold and attached them
+in place by means of stitches through tiny holes
+bored in the metal. Gold is the most common metal
+in the Land of Oz and is used for many purposes
+because it is soft and pliable.
+
+The woman had cut a slit for the Patchwork
+Girl's mouth and sewn two rows of white pearls
+in it for teeth, using a strip of scarlet plush for
+a tongue. This mouth Ojo considered very artistic
+and lifelike, and Margolotte was pleased when the
+boy praised it. There were almost too many patches
+on the face of the girl for her to be considered
+strictly beautiful, for one cheek was yellow and
+the other red, her chin blue, her forehead purple
+and the center, where her nose had been formed and
+padded, a bright yellow.
+
+"You ought to have had her face all pink,"
+suggested the boy.
+
+"I suppose so; but I had no pink cloth," replied
+the woman. "Still, I cannot see as it matters
+much, for I wish my Patchwork Girl to be useful
+rather than ornamental. If I get tired looking at
+her patched face I can whitewash it."
+
+"Has she any brains?" asked Ojo.
+
+"No; I forgot all about the brains!" exclaimed
+the woman. "I am glad you reminded me of
+them, for it is not too late to supply them, by
+any means. Until she is brought to life I can
+do anything I please with this girl. But I must
+be careful not to give her too much brains, and
+those she has must be such as are fitted to the
+station she is to occupy in life. In other words,
+her brains mustn't be very good."
+
+"Wrong," said Unc Nunkie.
+
+"No; I am sure I am right about that," returned
+the woman.
+
+"He means," explained Ojo, "that unless your
+servant has good brains she won't know how to obey
+you properly, nor do the things you ask her to
+do."
+
+"Well, that may be true," agreed Margolotte;
+"but, on the contrary, a servant with too much
+brains is sure to become independent and high-
+and-mighty and feel above her work. This is a
+very delicate task, as I said, and I must take
+care to give the girl just the right quantity of
+the right sort of brains. I want her to know just
+enough, but not too much."
+
+With this she went to another cupboard which was
+filled With shelves. All the shelves were lined
+With blue glass bottles, neatly labeled by the
+Magician to show what they contained. One whole
+shelf was marked: "Brain Furniture," and the
+bottles on this shelf were labeled as follows:
+"Obedience," "Cleverness," "Judgment," "Courage,"
+"Ingenuity," "Amiability," "Learning," "Truth,"
+"Poesy," "Self Reliance."
+
+"Let me see," said Margolotte; "of those
+qualities she must have 'Obedience' first of all,"
+and she took down the bottle bearing that label
+and poured from it upon a dish several grains of
+the contents. "'Amiability' is also good and
+'Truth.'" She poured into the dish a quantity from
+each of these bottles. "I think that will do," she
+continued, "for the other qualities are not needed
+in a servant."
+
+Unc Nunkie, who with Ojo stood beside her,
+touched the bottle marked "Cleverness."
+
+"Little," said he.
+
+"A little 'Cleverness'? Well, perhaps you are
+right, sir," said she, and was about to take down
+the bottle when the Crooked Magician suddenly
+called to her excitedly from the fireplace.
+
+"Quick, Margolotte! Come and help me."
+
+She ran to her husband's side at once and
+helped him lift the four kettles from the fire.
+Their contents had all boiled away, leaving in
+the bottom of each kettle a few grains of fine
+white powder. Very carefully the Magician removed
+this powder, placing it all together in a golden
+dish, where he mixed it with a golden spoon. When
+the mixture was complete there was scarcely a
+handful, all told.
+
+"That," said Dr. Pipt, in a pleased and
+triumphant tone, "is the wonderful Powder of Life,
+which I alone in the world know how to make. It
+has taken me nearly six years to prepare these
+precious grains of dust, but the little heap on
+that dish is worth the price of a kingdom and many
+a king would give all he has to possess it. When
+it has become cooled I will place it in a small
+bottle; but meantime I must watch it carefully,
+lest a gust of wind blow it away or scatter it.'
+
+Unc Nunkie, Margolotte and the Magician
+all stood looking at the marvelous Powder, but
+Ojo was more interested just then in the Patchwork
+Girl's brains. Thinking it both unfair and unkind
+to deprive her of any good qualities that were
+handy, the boy took down every bottle on the shelf
+and poured some of the contents in Margolotte's
+dish. No one saw him do this, for all were looking
+at the Powder of Life; but soon the woman
+remembered what she had been doing, and came back
+to the cupboard.
+
+"Let's see," she remarked; "I was about to give
+my girl a little 'Cleverness,' which is the
+Doctor's substitute for 'Intelligence'--a quality
+he has not yet learned how to manufacture." Taking
+down the bottle of "Cleverness" she added some of
+the powder to the heap on the dish. Ojo became a
+bit uneasy at this, for he had already put quite
+a lot of the "Cleverness" powder in the dish; but
+he dared not interfere and so he comforted himself
+with the thought that one cannot have too much
+cleverness.
+
+Margolotte now carried the dish of brains to
+the bench. Ripping the seam of the patch on
+the girl's forehead, she placed the powder within
+the head and then sewed up the seam as neatly
+and securely as before.
+
+"My girl is all ready for your Powder of Life,
+my dear," she said to her husband. But the
+Magician replied:
+
+"This powder must not be used before tomorrow
+morning; but I think it is now cool enough to be
+bottled."
+
+He selected a small gold bottle with a pepper-
+box top, so that the powder might be sprinkled on
+any object through the small holes. Very carefully
+he placed the Powder of Life in the gold bottle
+and then locked it up in a drawer of his cabinet.
+
+"At last," said he, rubbing his hands together
+gleefully, "I have ample leisure for a good talk
+with my old friend Unc Nunkie. So let us sit
+down cosily and enjoy ourselves. After stirring
+those four kettles for six years I am glad to
+have a little rest."
+
+"You will have to do most of the talking,"
+said Ojo, "for Unc is called the Silent One and
+uses few words."
+
+"I know; but that renders your uncle a
+most agreeable companion and gossip," declared
+Dr. Pipt. "Most people talk too much, so it is
+a relief to find one who talks too little."
+
+Ojo looked at the Magician with much awe
+and curiosity.
+
+"Don't you find it very annoying to be so
+crooked?" he asked.
+
+"No; I am quite proud of my person," was
+the reply. "I suppose I am the only Crooked
+Magician in all the world. Some others are accused
+of being crooked, but I am the only genuine."
+
+He was really very crooked and Ojo wondered how
+he managed to do so many things with such a
+twisted body. When he sat down upon a crooked
+chair that had been made to fit him, one knee was
+under his chin and the other near the small of his
+back; but he was a cheerful man and his face bore
+a pleasant and agreeable expression.
+
+"I am not allowed to perform magic, except
+for my own amusement," he told his visitors,
+as he lighted a pipe with a crooked stem and
+began to smoke. "Too many people were working
+magic in the Land of Oz, and so our lovely
+Princess Ozma put a stop to it. I think she was
+quite right. There were several wicked Witches who
+caused a lot of trouble; but now they are all out
+of business and only the great Sorceress, Glinda
+the Good, is permitted to practice her arts, which
+never harm anybody. The Wizard of Oz, who used to
+be a humbug and knew no magic at all, has been
+taking lessons of Glinda, and I'm told he is
+getting to be a pretty good Wizard; but he is
+merely the assistant of the great Sorceress. I've
+the right to make a servant girl for my wife, you
+know, or a Glass Cat to catch our mice--which she
+refuses to do--but I am forbidden to work magic for
+others, or to use it as a profession."
+
+"Magic must be a very interesting study,"
+said Ojo.
+
+"It truly is," asserted the Magician. "In my
+time I've performed some magical feats that were
+worthy of the skill of Glinda the Good. For
+instance, there's the Powder of Life, and my
+Liquid of Petrifaction, which is contained in that
+bottle on the shelf yonder-over the window."
+
+"What does the Liquid of Petrifaction do?"
+inquired the boy.
+
+"Turns everything it touches to solid marble.
+It's an invention of my own, and I find it very
+useful. Once two of those dreadful Kalidahs,
+with bodies like bears and heads like tigers,
+came here from the forest to attack us; but I
+sprinkled some of that Liquid on them and
+instantly they turned to marble. I now use them
+as ornamental statuary in my garden. This table
+looks to you like wood, and once it really was
+wood; but I sprinkled a few drops of the Liquid
+of Petrifaction on it and now it is marble. It
+will never break nor wear out.
+
+"Fine!" said Unc Nunkie, wagging his head
+and stroking his long gray beard.
+
+"Dear me; what a chatterbox you're getting
+to be, Unc," remarked the Magician, who was
+pleased with the compliment. But just then
+there came a scratching at the back door and a
+shrill voice cried:
+
+"Let me in! Hurry up, can't you? Let me in!"
+
+Margolotte got up and went to the door.
+
+"Ask like a good cat, then," she said.
+
+"Meeee-ow-w-w! There; does that suit your
+royal highness?" asked the voice, in scornful
+accents.
+
+"Yes; that's proper cat talk," declared the
+woman, and opened the door. At once a cat entered,
+came to the center of the room and stopped short
+at the sight of strangers. Ojo and Unc Nunkie both
+stared at it with wide open eyes, for surely no
+such curious creature had ever existed before--
+even in the Land of Oz.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Four
+
+The Glass Cat
+
+
+The cat was made of glass, so clear and
+transparent that you could see through it as
+easily as through a window. In the top of its
+head, however, Was a mass of delicate pink balls
+which looked like jewels, and it had a heart made
+of a blood-red ruby. The eyes were two large
+emeralds, but aside from these colors all the rest
+of the animal was clear glass, and it had a spun-
+glass tail that was really beautiful.
+
+"Well, Doc Pipt, do you mean to introduce us, or
+not?" demanded the cat, in a tone of annoyance.
+"Seems to me you are forgetting your manners."
+
+"Excuse me," returned the Magician. "This
+is Unc Nunkie, the descendant of the former
+kings of the Munchkins, before this country be
+came a part of the Land of Oz."
+
+"He needs a haircut," observed the cat,
+washing its face.
+
+"True," replied Unc, with a low chuckle of
+amusement.
+
+"But he has lived alone in the heart of the
+forest for many years," the Magician explained;
+"and, although that is a barbarous country,
+there are no barbers there."
+
+"Who is the dwarf?" asked the cat.
+
+"That is not a dwarf, but a boy," answered
+the Magician. "You have never seen a boy before.
+He is now small because he is young. With more
+years he will grow big and become as tall as Unc
+Nunkie."
+
+"Oh. Is that magic?" the glass animal inquired.
+
+"Yes; but it is Nature's magic, which is more
+wonderful than any art known to man. For
+instance, my magic made you, and made you
+live; and it was a poor job because you are
+useless and a bother to me; but I can't make you
+grow. You will always be the same size--and
+the same saucy, inconsiderate Glass Cat, with
+pink brains and a hard ruby heart."
+
+"No one can regret more than I the fact that you
+made me," asserted the cat, crouching upon the
+floor and slowly swaying its spun-glass tail from
+side to side. "Your world is a very uninteresting
+place. I've wandered through your gardens and in
+the forest until I'm tired of it all, and when I
+come into the house the conversation of your fat
+wife and of yourself bores me dreadfully."
+
+"That is because I gave you different brains
+from those we ourselves possess--and much too
+good for a cat," returned Dr. Pipt.
+
+"Can't you take 'em out, then, and replace
+em with pebbles, so that I won't feel above my
+station in life?" asked the cat, pleadingly.
+
+"Perhaps so. I'll try it, after I've brought the
+Patchwork Girl to life," he said.
+
+The cat walked up to the bench on which
+the Patchwork Girl reclined and looked at her
+attentively.
+
+"Are you going to make that dreadful thing
+live?" she asked.
+
+The Magician nodded.
+
+"It is intended to be my wife's servant maid,"
+he said. "When she is alive she will do all our
+work and mind the house. But you are not to
+order her around, Bungle, as you do us. You
+must treat the Patchwork Girl respectfully."
+
+"I won't. I couldn't respect such a bundle
+of scraps under any circumstances."
+
+"If you don't, there will be more scraps than
+you will like," cried Margolotte, angrily.
+
+"Why didn't you make her pretty to look at?"
+asked the cat. "You made me pretty--very pretty,
+indeed--and I love to watch my pink brains roll
+around when they're working, and to see my
+precious red heart beat." She went to a long
+mirror, as she said this, and stood before it,
+looking at herself with an air of much pride.
+"But that poor patched thing will hate herself,
+when she's once alive," continued the cat. "If
+I were you I'd use her for a mop, and make
+another servant that is prettier."
+
+"You have a perverted taste," snapped
+Margolotte, much annoyed at this frank criticism.
+"I think the Patchwork Girl is beautiful,
+considering what she's made of. Even the rainbow
+hasn't as many colors, and you must admit that the
+rainbow is a pretty thing."
+
+The Glass Cat yawned and stretched herself
+upon the floor.
+
+"Have your own way," she said. "I'm sorry
+for the Patchwork Girl, that's all."
+
+Ojo and Unc Nunkie slept that night in the
+Magician's house, and the boy was glad to stay
+because he was anxious to see the Patchwork
+Girl brought to life. The Glass Cat was also a
+wonderful creature to little Ojo, who had never
+seen or known anything of magic before, although
+he had lived in the Fairyland of Oz ever since he
+was born. Back there in the woods nothing unusual
+ever happened. Unc Nunkie, who might have been
+King of the Munchkins, had not his people united
+with all the other countries of Oz in
+acknowledging Ozma as their Sole ruler, had
+retired into this forgotten forest nook with his
+baby nephew and they had lived all alone there.
+Only that the neglected garden had failed to grow
+food for them, they would always have lived in the
+solitary Blue Forest; but now they had started out
+to mingle with other people, and the first place
+they came to proved so interesting that Ojo could
+scarcely sleep a wink all night.
+
+Margolotte was an excellent cook and gave
+them a fine breakfast. While they were all engaged
+in eating, the good woman said:
+
+"This is the last meal I shall have to cook
+for some time, for right after breakfast Dr. Pipt
+has promised to bring my new servant to life.
+I shall let her wash the breakfast dishes and
+sweep and dust the house. What a relief it
+will be!"
+
+"It will, indeed, relieve you of much drudgery,"
+said the Magician. "By the way, Margolotte, I
+thought I saw you getting some brains from the
+cupboard, while I was busy with my kettles. What
+qualities have you given your new servant?"
+
+"Only those that an humble servant requires,"
+she answered. "I do not wish her to feel above
+her station, as the Glass Cat does. That would
+make her discontented and unhappy, for of
+course she must always be a servant."
+
+Ojo was somewhat disturbed as he listened to
+this, and the boy began to fear he had done wrong
+in adding all those different qualities of brains
+to the lot Margolotte had prepared for the
+servant. But it was too late now for regret, since
+all the brains were securely sewn up inside the
+Patchwork Girl's head. He might have confessed
+what he had done and thus allowed Margolotte and
+her husband to change the brains; but he was
+afraid of incurring their anger. He believed that
+Unc had seen him add to the brains, and Unc had
+not said a word against it; but then, Unc never
+did say anything unless it was absolutely
+necessary.
+
+As soon as breakfast was over they all went
+into the Magician's big workshop, where the
+Glass Cat was lying before the mirror and the
+Patchwork Girl lay limp and lifeless upon the
+bench.
+
+"Now, then," said Dr. Pipt, in a brisk tone,
+"we shall perform one of the greatest feats of
+magic possible to man, even in this marvelous
+Land of Oz. In no other country could it be
+done at all. I think we ought to have a little
+music while the Patchwork Girl comes to life.
+It is pleasant to reflect that the first sounds her
+golden ears will hear will be delicious music.
+
+As he spoke he went to a phonograph, which
+screwed fast to a small table, and wound up
+the spring of the instrument and adjusted the
+big gold horn.
+
+"The music my servant will usually hear,"
+remarked Margolotte, "will be my orders to do
+her work. But I see no harm in allowing her to
+listen to this unseen band while she wakens to
+her first realization of life. My orders will beat
+the band, afterward."
+
+The phonograph was now playing a stirring
+march tune and the Magician unlocked his
+cabinet and took out the gold bottle containing
+the Powder of Life.
+
+They all bent over the bench on which the
+Patchwork Girl reclined. Unc Nunkie and Margolotte
+stood behind, near the windows, Ojo at one side
+and the Magician in front, where he would have
+freedom to sprinkle the powder. The Glass Cat came
+near, too, curious to watch the important scene.
+
+"All ready?" asked Dr. Pipt.
+
+"All is ready," answered his wife.
+
+So the Magician leaned over and shook from
+the bottle some grains of the wonderful Powder,
+and they fell directly on the Patchwork Girl's
+head and arms.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Five
+
+A Terrible Accident
+
+
+
+"It will take a few minutes for this powder to
+do its work," remarked the Magician, sprinkling
+the body up and down with much care.
+
+But suddenly the Patchwork Girl threw up one
+arm, which knocked the bottle of powder from the
+crooked man's hand and sent it flying across the
+room. Unc Nunkie and Margolotte were so startled
+that they both leaped backward and bumped
+together, and Unc's head joggled the shelf above
+them and upset the bottle containing the Liquid of
+Petrifaction.
+
+The Magician uttered such a wild cry that Ojo
+jumped away and the Patchwork Girl sprang after
+him and clasped her stuffed arms around him in
+terror. The Glass Cat snarled and hid under the
+table, and so it was that when the powerful Liquid
+of Petrifaction was spilled it fell only upon the
+wife of the Magician and the uncle of Ojo. With
+these two the charm worked promptly. They stood
+motionless and stiff as marble statues, in exactly
+the positions they were in when the Liquid struck
+them.
+
+Ojo pushed the Patchwork Girl away and
+ran to Unc Nunkie, filled with a terrible fear
+for the only friend and protector he had ever
+known. When he grasped Unc's hand it was
+cold and hard. Even the long gray beard was
+solid  marble.  The  Crooked  Magician  was
+dancing around the room in a frenzy of despair,
+calling upon his wife to forgive him, to speak
+to him, to come to life again!
+
+The Patchwork Girl, quickly recovering from her
+fright, now came nearer and looked from one to
+another of the people with deep interest. Then she
+looked at herself and laughed. Noticing the
+mirror, she stood before it and examined her
+extraordinary features with amazement--her button
+eyes, pearl bead teeth and puffy nose. Then,
+addressing her reflection in the glass, she exclaimed:
+
+
+"Whee, but there's a gaudy dame!
+Makes a paint-box blush with shame.
+Razzle-dazzle, fizzle-fazzle!
+Howdy-do, Miss What's-your-name?"
+
+
+
+She bowed, and the reflection bowed. Then
+she laughed again, long and merrily, and the
+Glass Cat crept out from under the table and said:
+
+"I don't blame you for laughing at yourself.
+Aren't you horrid?"
+
+"Horrid?" she replied. "Why, I'm thoroughly
+delightful. I'm an Original, if you please, and
+therefore incomparable. Of all the comic, absurd,
+rare and amusing creatures the world contains, I
+must be the supreme freak. Who but poor Margolotte
+could have managed to invent such an unreasonable
+being as I? But I'm glad--I'm awfully glad!--that
+I'm just what I am, and nothing else."
+
+"Be quiet, will you?" cried the frantic
+Magician; "be quiet and let me think! If I don't
+think I shall go mad."
+
+"Think ahead," said the Patchwork Girl, seating
+herself in a chair. "Think all you want to. I
+don't mind."
+
+"Gee! but I'm fired playing that tune," called
+the phonograph, speaking through its horn in
+a brazen, scratchy voice. "If you don't mind,
+Pipt, old boy, I'll cut it out and take a rest."
+
+The Magician looked gloomily at the music-
+machine.
+
+"What dreadful luck!" he wailed, despondently.
+"The Powder of Life must have fallen on the
+phonograph."
+
+He went up to it and found that the gold bottle
+that contained the precious powder had dropped
+upon the stand and scattered its life-giving
+grains over the machine. The phonograph was very
+much alive, and began dancing a jig with the legs
+of the table to which it was attached, and this
+dance so annoyed Dr. Pipt that he kicked the thing
+into a corner and pushed a bench against it, to
+hold it quiet.
+
+"You were bad enough before," said the Magician,
+resentfully; "but a live phonograph is enough to
+drive every sane person in the Land of Oz stark
+crazy."
+
+"No insults, please," answered the phonograph in
+a surly, tone. "You did it, my boy; don't blame
+me. "
+
+"You've bungled everything, Dr. Pipt," added
+the Glass Cat, contemptuously.
+
+"Except me," said the Patchwork Girl, jumping up
+to whirl merrily around the room.
+
+"I think," said Ojo, almost ready to cry
+through grief over Unc Nunkie's sad fate, "it
+must all be my fault, in some way. I'm called
+Ojo the Unlucky, you know."
+
+"That's nonsense, kiddie," retorted the
+Patchwork Girl cheerfully. "No one can be unlucky
+who has the intelligence to direct his own
+actions. The unlucky ones are those who beg for a
+chance to think, like poor Dr. Pipt here. What's
+the row about, anyway, Mr. Magic-maker?"
+
+"The Liquid of Petrifaction has accidentally
+fallen upon my dear wife and Unc Nunkie and
+turned them into marble," he sadly replied.
+
+"Well, why don't you sprinkle some of that
+powder on them and bring them to life again?"
+asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+The Magician gave a jump.
+
+"Why, I hadn't thought of that!" he joyfully
+cried, and grabbed up the golden bottle, with
+which he ran to Margolotte.
+
+Said the Patchwork Girl:
+
+
+"Higgledy, piggledy, dee-
+What fools magicians be!
+His head's so thick
+He can't think quick,
+So he takes advice from me."
+
+
+
+Standing upon the bench, for he was so
+crooked he could not reach the top of his wife's
+head in any other way, Dr. Pipt began shaking
+the bottle. But not a grain of powder came out.
+He pulled off the cover, glanced within, and
+then threw the bottle from him with a wail of
+despair.
+
+"Gone-gone! Every bit gone," he cried.
+"Wasted on that miserable phonograph when
+it might have saved my dear wife!"
+
+Then the Magician bowed his head on his
+crooked arms and began to cry.
+
+Ojo was sorry for him. He went up to the
+sorrowful man and said softly:
+
+"You can make more Powder of Life, Dr. Pipt."
+
+"Yes; but it will take me six years--six long,
+weary years of stirring four kettles with both
+feet and both hands," was the agonized reply. "Six
+years! while poor Margolotte stands watching me as
+a marble image. "
+
+"Can't anything else be done?" asked the
+Patchwork Girl.
+
+The Magician shook his head. Then he seemed to
+remember something and looked up.
+
+"There is one other compound that would destroy
+the magic spell of the Liquid of Petrifaction and
+restore my wife and Unc Nunkie to life," said he.
+"It may be hard to find the things I need to make
+this magic compound, but if they were found I
+could do in an instant what will otherwise take
+six long, weary years of stirring kettles with
+both hands and both feet."
+
+"All right; let's find the things, then,"
+suggested the Patchwork Girl. "That seems a lot
+more sensible than those stirring times with the
+kettles."
+
+"That's the idea, Scraps," said the Glass Cat,
+approvingly. "I'm glad to find you have decent
+brains. Mine are exceptionally good. You can
+see em work; they're pink."
+
+"Scraps?" repeated the girl. "Did you call me
+'Scraps'? Is that my name?"
+
+"I--I believe my poor wife had intended to
+name you 'Angeline,'" said the Magician.
+
+"But I like 'Scraps' best," she replied with a
+laugh. "It fits me better, for my patchwork is
+all scraps, and nothing else. Thank you for
+naming me, Miss Cat. Have you any name of
+your own?"
+
+"I have a foolish name that Margolotte once
+gave me, but which is quite undignified for
+one of my importance," answered the cat. "She
+called me 'Bungle.'"
+
+"Yes," sighed the Magician; "you were a sad
+bungle, taken all in all. I was wrong to make
+you as I did, for a more useless, conceited and
+brittle thing never before existed."
+
+"I'm not so brittle as you think," retorted the
+cat. "I've been alive a good many years, for
+Dr. Pipt experimented on me with the first
+magic Powder of Life he ever made, and so
+far I've never broken or cracked or chipped any
+part of me."
+
+"You seem to have a chip on your shoulder,"
+laughed the Patchwork Girl, and the cat went
+to the mirror to see.
+
+"Tell me," pleaded Ojo, speaking to the
+Crooked Magician, "what must we find to make
+the compound that will save Unc Nunkie?"
+
+"First," was the reply, "I must have a six-
+leaved clover. That can only be found in the green
+country around the Emerald City, and six-leaved
+clovers are very scarce, even there."
+
+"I'll find it for you," promised Ojo.
+
+"The next thing," continued the Magician,
+"is the left wing of a yellow butterfly. That
+color can only be found in the yellow country
+of the Winkies, West of the Emerald City."
+
+"I'll find it," declared Ojo. "Is that all?"
+
+"Oh, no; I'll get my Book of Recipes and see
+what comes next."
+
+Saying this, the Magician unlocked a drawer
+of his cabinet and drew out a small book covered
+with blue leather. Looking through the pages
+he found the recipe he wanted and said: "I
+must have a gill of water from a dark well."
+
+"What kind of a well is that, sir?" asked the
+boy.
+
+"One where the light of day never penetrates.
+The water must be put in a gold bottle and brought
+to me without any light ever reaching it.
+
+"I'll get the water from the dark well," said
+Ojo.
+
+"Then I must have three hairs from the tip
+of a Woozy's tail, and a drop of oil from a live
+man's body."
+
+Ojo looked grave at this.
+
+"What is a Woozy, please?" he inquired.
+
+"Some sort of an animal. I've never seen one,
+so I can't describe it," replied the Magician.
+
+"If I can find a Woozy, I'll get the hairs from
+its tail," said Ojo. "But is there ever any oil in a
+man's body?"
+
+The Magician looked in the book again, to make
+sure.
+
+"That's what the recipe calls for," he replied,
+"and of course we must get everything that is
+called for, or the charm won't work. The book
+doesn't say 'blood'; it says 'oil,' and there must
+be oil somewhere in a live man's body or the
+book wouldn't ask for it."
+
+"All right," returned Ojo, trying not to feel
+discouraged; "I'll try to find it."
+
+The Magician looked at the little Munchkin
+boy in a doubtful way and said:
+
+"All this will mean a long journey for you;
+perhaps several long journeys; for you must search
+through several of the different countries of Oz
+in order to get the things I need."
+
+"I know it, sir; but I must do my best to save
+Unc Nunkie."
+
+"And also my poor wife Margolotte. If you save
+one you will save the other, for both stand there
+together and the same compound will restore them
+both to life. Do the best you can, Ojo, and while
+you are gone I shall begin the six years job of
+making a new batch of the Powder of Life. Then, if
+you should unluckily fail to secure any one of the
+things needed, I will have lost no time. But if
+you succeed you must return here as quickly as you
+can, and that will save me much tiresome stirring
+of four kettles with both feet and both hands."
+
+"I will start on my journey at once, sir," said
+the boy.
+
+"And I will go with you," declared the Patchwork
+Girl.
+
+"No, no!" exclaimed the Magician. "You have no
+right to leave this house. You are only a servant
+and have not been discharged."
+
+Scraps, who had been dancing up and down
+the room, stopped and looked at him.
+
+"What is a servant?" she asked.
+
+"One who serves. A--a Sort of slave," he
+explained.
+
+"Very well," said the Patchwork Girl, "I'm going
+to serve you and your wife by helping Ojo find the
+things you need. You need a lot, you know, such as
+are not easily found."
+
+"It is true," sighed Dr. Pipt. "I am well aware
+that Ojo has undertaken a serious task."
+
+Scraps laughed, and resuming her dance she said:
+
+
+"Here's a job for a boy of brains:
+A drop of oil from a live man's veins;
+A six-leaved clover; three nice hairs
+From a Woozy's tail, the book declares
+Are needed for the magic spell,
+And water from a pitch-dark well.
+The yellow wing of a butterfly
+To find must Ojo also try,
+And if he gets them without harm,
+Doc Pipt will make the magic charm;
+But if he doesn't get 'em, Unc
+Will always stand a marble chunk."
+
+
+The Magician looked at her thoughtfully.
+
+"Poor Margolotte must have given you some of the
+quality of poesy, by mistake," he said. "And, if
+that is true, I didn't make a very good article
+when I prepared it, or else you got an overdose or
+an underdose. However, I believe I shall let you
+go with Ojo, for my poor wife will not need your
+services until she is restored to life. Also I
+think you may be able to help the boy, for your
+head seems to contain some thoughts I did not
+expect to find in it. But be very careful of
+yourself, for you're a souvenir of my dear
+Margolotte. Try not to get ripped, or your
+stuffing may fall out. One of your eyes seems
+loose, and you may have to sew it on tighter. If
+you talk too much you'll wear out your scarlet
+plush tongue, which ought to have been hemmed on
+the edges. And remember you belong to me and must
+return here as soon as your mission is
+accomplished."
+
+"I'm going with Scraps and Ojo," announced
+the Glass Cat.
+
+"You can't," said the Magician.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"You'd get broken in no time, and you
+couldn't be a bit of use to the boy and the
+Patchwork Girl."
+
+"I beg to differ with you," returned the cat,
+in a haughty tone. "Three heads are better
+than two, and my pink brains are beautiful.
+You can see em work."
+
+"Well, go along," said the Magician, irritably.
+"You're only an annoyance, anyhow, and I'm glad to
+get rid of you."
+
+"Thank you for nothing, then," answered the cat,
+stiffly.
+
+Dr. Pipt took a small basket from a cupboard
+and packed several things in it. Then he handed
+it to Ojo.
+
+"Here is some food and a bundle of charms," he
+said. "It is all I can give you, but I am sure you
+will find friends on your journey who will assist
+you in your search. Take care of the Patchwork
+Girl and bring her safely back, for she ought to
+prove useful to my wife. As for the Glass Cat--
+properly named Bungle--if she bothers you I now
+give you my permission to break her in two, for
+she is not respectful and does not obey me. I made
+a mistake in giving her the pink brains, you see.
+
+Then Ojo went to Unc Nunkie and kissed the old
+man's marble face very tenderly.
+
+"I'm going to try to save you, Unc," he said,
+just as if the marble image could hear him; and
+then he shook the crooked hand of the Crooked
+Magician, who was already busy hanging the four
+kettles in the fireplace, and picking up his
+basket left the house.
+
+The Patchwork Girl followed him, and after
+them came the Glass Cat.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Six
+
+The Journey
+
+
+Ojo had never traveled before and so he only knew
+that the path down the mountainside led into the
+open Munchkin Country, where large numbers of
+people dwelt. Scraps was quite new and not
+supposed to know anything of the Land of Oz, while
+the Glass Cat admitted she had never wandered very
+far away from the Magician's house. There was only
+one path before them, at the beginning, so they
+could not miss their way, and for a time they
+walked through the thick forest in silent thought,
+each one impressed with the importance of the
+adventure they had undertaken.
+
+Suddenly the Patchwork Girl laughed. It was
+funny to see her laugh, because her cheeks
+wrinkled up, her nose tipped, her silver button
+eyes twinkled and her mouth curled at the
+corners in a comical way.
+
+"Has something pleased you?" asked Ojo, who was
+feeling solemn and joyless through thinking upon
+his uncle's sad fate.
+
+"Yes," she answered. "Your world pleases me, for
+it's a queer world, and life in it is queerer
+still. Here am I, made from an old bedquilt and
+intended to be a slave to Margolotte, rendered
+free as air by an accident that none of you could
+foresee. I am enjoying life and seeing the world,
+while the woman who made me is standing helpless
+as a block of wood. If that isn't funny enough to
+laugh at, I don't know what is."
+
+"You're not seeing much of the world yet,
+my poor, innocent Scraps," remarked the Cat.
+"The world doesn't consist wholly of the trees
+that are on all sides of us."
+
+"But they're part of it; and aren't they pretty
+trees?" returned Scraps, bobbing her head until
+her brown yarn curls fluttered in the breeze.
+"Growing between them I can see lovely ferns
+and wild-flowers, and soft green mosses. If the
+rest of your world is half as beautiful I shall be
+glad I'm alive."
+
+"I don't know what the rest of the world is
+like, I'm sure," said the cat; "but I mean to
+find out."
+
+"I have never been out of the forest," Ojo
+added; "but to me the trees are gloomy and sad
+and the wild-flowers seem lonesome. It must be
+nicer where there are no trees and there is room
+for lots of people to live together."
+
+"I wonder if any of the people we shall meet
+will be as splendid as I am," said the Patchwork
+Girl. "All I have seen, so far, have pale,
+colorless skins and clothes as blue as the country
+they live in, while I am of many gorgeous colors--
+face and body and clothes. That is why I am bright
+and contented, Ojo, while you are blue and sad."
+
+"I think I made a mistake in giving you so many
+sorts of brains," observed the boy. "Perhaps, as
+the Magician said, you have an over-dose, and they
+may not agree with you."
+
+"What had you to do with my brains?" asked
+Scraps.
+
+"A lot," replied Ojo. "Old Margolotte meant
+to give you only a few--just enough to keep
+you going--but when she wasn't looking I added
+a good many more, of the best kinds I could
+find in the Magician's cupboard."
+
+"Thanks," said the girl, dancing along the
+path ahead of Ojo and then dancing back to his
+side. "If a few brains are good, many brains
+must be better."
+
+"But they ought to be evenly balanced," said the
+boy, "and I had no time to be careful. From the
+way you're acting, I guess the dose was badly
+mixed."
+
+"Scraps hasn't enough brains to hurt her, so
+don't worry," remarked the cat, which was trotting
+along in a very dainty and graceful manner. "The
+only brains worth considering are mine, which are
+pink. You can see 'em work."
+
+After walking a long time they came to a little
+brook that trickled across the path, and here Ojo
+sat down to rest and eat something from his
+basket. He found that the Magician had given him
+part of a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese. He
+broke off some of the bread and was surprised to
+find the loaf just as large as it was before. It
+was the same way with the cheese: however much he
+broke off from the slice, it remained exactly the
+same size.
+
+"Ah," said he, nodding wisely; "that's magic.
+Dr. Pipt has enchanted the bread and the cheese,
+so it will last me all through my journey, however
+much I eat."
+
+"Why do you put those things into your mouth?"
+asked Scraps, gazing at him in astonishment. "Do
+you need more stuffing? Then why don't you use
+cotton, such as I am stuffed with?"
+
+"I don't need that kind," said Ojo.
+
+"But a mouth is to talk with, isn't it?"
+
+"It is also to eat with," replied the boy. "If I
+didn't put food into my mouth, and eat it, I would
+get hungry and starve.
+
+"Ah, I didn't know that," she said. "Give me
+some."
+
+Ojo handed her a bit of the bread and she put it
+in her mouth.
+
+"What next?" she asked, scarcely able to speak.
+
+"Chew it and swallow it," said the boy.
+
+Scraps tried that. Her pearl teeth were unable
+to chew the bread and beyond her mouth there was
+no opening. Being unable to swallow she threw away
+the bread and laughed.
+
+"I must get hungry and starve, for I can't eat,"
+she said.
+
+"Neither can I," announced the cat; "but I'm
+not fool enough to try. Can't you understand
+that you and I are superior people and not made
+like these poor humans?"
+
+"Why should I understand that, or anything
+else?" asked the girl. "Don't bother my head by
+asking conundrums, I beg of you. Just let me
+discover myself in my own way."
+
+With this she began amusing herself by leaping
+across the brook and hack again.
+
+"Be careful, or you'll fall in the water,"
+warned Ojo.
+
+"Never mind."
+
+"You'd better. If you get wet you'll be soggy
+and can't walk. Your colors might run, too,"
+he said.
+
+"Don't my colors run whenever I run?" she asked.
+
+"Not in the way I mean. If they get wet, the
+reds and greens and yellows and purples of your
+patches might run into each other and become
+just a blur--no color at all, you know."
+
+"Then," said the Patchwork Girl, "I'll be
+careful, for if I spoiled my splendid colors I
+would cease to be beautiful."
+
+"Pah!" sneered the Glass Cat, "such colors are
+not beautiful; they're ugly, and in bad taste.
+Please notice that my body has no color at all.
+I'm transparent, except for my exquisite red heart
+and my lovely pink brains--you can see 'em work."
+
+"Shoo-shoo-shoo!" cried Scraps, dancing
+around and laughing. "And your horrid green eyes,
+Miss Bungle! You can't see your eyes, but we can,
+and I notice you're very proud of what little
+color you have. Shoo, Miss Bungle, shoo-shoo-shoo!
+If you were all colors and many colors, as I am,
+you'd be too stuck up for anything." She leaped
+over the cat and back again, and the startled
+Bungle crept close to a tree to escape her. This
+made Scraps laugh more heartily than ever, and she
+said:
+
+
+"Whoop-tedoodle-doo!
+The cat has lost her shoe.
+Her tootsie's bare, but she don't care,
+So what's the odds to you?"
+
+
+
+"Dear me, Ojo," said the cat; "don't you think
+the creature is a little bit crazy?"
+
+"It may be," he answered, with a puzzled look.
+
+"If she continues her insults I'll scratch off
+her suspender-button eyes," declared the cat.
+
+"Don't quarrel, please," pleaded the boy, rising
+to resume the journey. "Let us be good comrades
+and as happy and cheerful as possible, for we are
+likely to meet with plenty of trouble on our way."
+
+It was nearly sundown when they came to the edge
+of the forest and saw spread out before them a
+delightful landscape. There were broad blue fields
+stretching for miles over the valley, which was
+dotted everywhere with pretty, blue domed houses,
+none of which, however, was very near to the place
+where they stood. Just at the point where the path
+left the forest stood a tiny house covered with
+leaves from the trees, and before this stood a
+Munchkin man with an axe in his hand. He seemed
+very much surprised when Ojo and Scraps and the
+Glass Cat came out of the woods, but as the
+Patchwork Girl approached nearer he sat down upon
+a bench and laughed so hard that he could not
+speak for a long time.
+
+This man was a woodchopper and lived all alone
+in the little house. He had bushy blue whiskers
+and merry blue eyes and his blue clothes were quite
+old and worn.
+
+"Mercy me!" exclaimed the woodchopper, when at
+last he could stop laughing. "Who would think such
+a funny harlequin lived in the Land of Oz? Where
+did you come from, Crazy-quilt?"
+
+"Do you mean me?" asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Of course," he replied.
+
+"You misjudge my ancestry. I'm not a crazy-
+quilt; I'm patchwork," she said.
+
+"There's no difference," he replied, beginning
+to laugh again. "When my old grandmother sews such
+things together she calls it a crazy-quilt; but I
+never thought such a jumble could come to life."
+
+"It was the Magic Powder that did it," explained
+Ojo.
+
+"Oh, then you have come from the Crooked
+Magician on the mountain. I might have known it,
+for--Well, I declare! here's a glass cat. But the
+Magician will get in trouble for this; it's
+against the law for anyone to work magic except
+Glinda the Good and the royal Wizard of Oz. If you
+people--or things--or glass spectacles--or crazy-
+quilts--or whatever you are, go near the Emerald
+City, you'll be arrested."
+
+"We're  going  there,  anyhow,"  declared
+Scraps, sitting upon the bench and swinging her
+stuffed legs.
+
+
+"If any of us takes a rest,
+We'll be arrested sure,
+And get no restitution
+'Cause the rest we must endure."
+
+
+"I see," said the woodchopper, nodding; "you're
+as crazy as the crazy-quilt you're made of."
+
+"She really is crazy," remarked the Glass Cat.
+"But that isn't to he wondered at when you
+remember how many different things she's made of.
+For my part, I'm made of pure glass--except my
+jewel heart and my pretty pink brains. Did you
+notice my brains, stranger? You can see em work."
+
+"So I can," replied the woodchopper; "but I
+can't see that they accomplish much. A glass cat
+is a useless sort of thing, but a Patchwork Girl
+is really useful. She makes me laugh, and laughter
+is the best thing in life. There was once a
+woodchopper, a friend of mine, who was made all of
+tin, and I used to laugh every time I saw him."
+
+"A tin woodchopper?" said Ojo. "That is
+strange."
+
+"My friend wasn't always tin," said the man,
+"but he was careless with his axe, and used to
+chop himself very badly. Whenever he lost an arm
+or a leg he had it replaced with tin; so after a
+while he was all tin."
+
+"And could he chop wood then?" asked the boy.
+
+"He could if he didn't rust his tin joints. But
+one day he met Dorothy in the forest and went with
+her to the Emerald City, where he made his
+fortune. He is now one of the favorites of
+Princess Ozma, and she has made him the Emperor of
+the Winkies--the Country where all is yellow."
+
+"Who is Dorothy?" inquired the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"A little maid who used to live in Kansas, but
+is now a Princess of Oz. She's Ozma's best
+friend, they say, and lives with her in the royal
+palace."
+
+"Is Dorothy made of tin?" inquired Ojo.
+
+"Is she patchwork, like me?" inquired Scraps.
+
+"No," said the man; "Dorothy is flesh, just as I
+am. I know of only one tin person, and that is
+Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman; and there will
+never be but one Patchwork Girl, for any magician
+that sees you will refuse to make another one like
+you."
+
+"I suppose we shall see the Tin Woodman, for we
+are going to the Country of the Winkies," said the
+boy.
+
+"What for?" asked the woodchopper.
+
+"To get the left wing of a yellow butterfly."
+
+"It is a long journey," declared the man, "and
+you will go through lonely parts of Oz and cross
+rivers and traverse dark forests before you get
+there."
+
+"Suits me all right," said Scraps. "I'll get a
+chance to see the country."
+
+"You're crazy, girl. Better crawl into a rag-bag
+and hide there; or give yourself to some little
+girl to play with. Those who travel are likely to
+meet trouble; that's why I stay at home."
+
+The woodchopper then invited them all to
+stay the night at his little hut, but they were
+anxious to get on and so left him and continued
+along the path, which was broader, now, and
+more distinct.
+
+They expected to reach some other house before
+it grew dark, but the twilight was brief and Ojo
+soon began to fear they had made a mistake in
+leaving the woodchopper.
+
+"I can scarcely see the path," he said at last.
+"Can you see it, Scraps?"
+
+"No," replied the Patchwork Girl, who was
+holding fast to the boy's arm so he could
+guide her.
+
+"I can see," declared the Glass Cat. "My eyes
+are better than yours, and my pink brains--"
+
+"Never mind your pink brains, please," said
+Ojo hastily; "just run ahead and show us the
+way. Wait a minute and I'll tie a string to you;
+for then you can lead us."
+
+He got a string from his pocket and tied it
+around the cat's neck, and after that the creature
+guided them along the path. They had proceeded in
+this way for about an hour when a twinkling blue
+light appeared ahead of them.
+
+"Good! there's a house at last," cried Ojo.
+"When we reach it the good people will surely
+welcome us and give us a night's lodging." But
+however far they walked the light seemed to get
+no nearer, so by and by the cat stopped short,
+saying:
+
+"I think the light is traveling, too, and we
+shall never be able to catch up with it. But here
+is a house by the roadside, so why go farther?"
+
+"Where is the house, Bungle?"
+
+"Just here beside us, Scraps."
+
+Ojo was now able to see a small house near
+the pathway. It was dark and silent, but the boy
+was tired and wanted to rest, so he went up to
+the door and knocked.
+
+"Who is there?" cried a voice from within.
+
+"I am Ojo the Unlucky, and with me are
+Miss Scraps Patchwork and the Glass Cat," he
+replied.
+
+"What do you want?" asked the Voice.
+
+"A place to sleep," said Ojo.
+
+"Come in, then; but don't make any noise,
+and you must go directly to bed," returned the
+Voice.
+
+Ojo unlatched the door and entered. It was
+very dark inside and he could see nothing at all.
+But the cat exclaimed: "Why, there's no one
+here!"
+
+"There must be," said the boy. "Some one
+spoke to me."
+
+"I can see everything in the room," replied the
+cat, "and no one is present but ourselves. But
+here are three beds, all made up, so we may as
+well go to sleep."
+
+"What is sleep?" inquired the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"It's what you do when you go to bed," said Ojo.
+
+"But why do you go to bed?" persisted the
+Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Here, here! You are making altogether too
+much noise," cried the Voice they had heard
+before. "Keep quiet, strangers, and go to bed."
+
+The cat, which could see in the dark, looked
+sharply around for the owner of the Voice, hut
+could discover no one, although the Voice had
+seemed close beside them. She arched her back
+a little and seemed afraid. Then she whispered
+to Ojo: "Come!" and led him to a bed.
+
+With his hands the boy felt of the bed and
+found it was big and soft, with feather pillows
+and plenty of blankets. So he took off his shoes
+and hat and crept into the bed. Then the cat
+led Scraps to another bed and the Patchwork
+Girl was puzzled to know what to do with it.
+
+"Lie down and keep quiet," whispered the
+cat, warningly.
+
+"Can't I sing?" asked Scraps.
+
+"Can't I whistle?" asked Scraps.
+
+"Can't I dance till morning, if I want to?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"You must keep quiet," said the cat, in a soft
+voice.
+
+"I don't want to," replied the Patchwork Girl,
+speaking as loudly as usual. "What right have you
+to order me around? If I want to talk, or yell, or
+whistle--"
+
+Before she could say anything more an unseen
+hand seized her firmly and threw her out of the
+door, which closed behind her with a sharp
+slam. She found herself bumping and rolling in
+the road and when she got up and tried to open
+the door of the house again she found it locked.
+
+"What has happened to Scraps?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Never mind. Let's go to sleep, or something
+will happen to us," answered the Glass Cat.
+
+So Ojo snuggled down in his bed and fell
+asleep, and he was so tired that he never
+wakened until broad daylight.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Seven
+
+The Troublesome Phonograph
+
+
+
+When the boy opened his eyes next morning he
+looked carefully around the room. These small
+Munchkin houses seldom had more than one room in
+them. That in which Ojo now found himself had
+three beds, set all in a row on one side of it.
+The Glass Cat lay asleep on one bed, Ojo was in
+the second, and the third was neatly made up and
+smoothed for the day. On the other side of the
+room was a round table on which breakfast was
+already placed, smoking hot. Only one chair was
+drawn up to the table, where a place was set for
+one person. No one seemed to be in the room except
+the boy and Bungle.
+
+Ojo got up and put on his shoes. Finding a
+toilet stand at the head of his bed he washed his
+face and hands and brushed his hair. Then he
+went to the table and said:
+
+"I wonder if this is my breakfast?"
+
+"Eat it!" commanded a Voice at his side, so
+near that Ojo jumped; But no person could he
+see.
+
+He was hungry, and the breakfast looked
+good; so he sat down and ate all he wanted.
+Then, rising, he took his hat and wakened the
+Glass Cat.
+
+"Come on, Bungle," said he; "we must go.
+
+He cast another glance about the room and,
+speaking to the air, he said: "Whoever lives here
+has been kind to me, and I'm much obliged."
+
+There was no answer, so he took his basket
+and went out the door, the cat following him.
+In the middle of the path sat the Patchwork
+Girl, playing with pebbles she had picked up.
+
+"Oh, there you are!" she exclaimed cheerfully.
+"I thought you were never coming out. It has been
+daylight a long time."
+
+"What did you do all night?" asked the boy.
+
+"Sat here and watched the stars and the
+moon," she replied. "They're interesting. I never
+saw them before, you know."
+
+"Of course not," said Ojo.
+
+"You were crazy to act so badly and get
+thrown outdoors," remarked Bungle, as they
+renewed their journey.
+
+"That's all right," said Scraps. "If I hadn't
+been thrown out I wouldn't have seen the stars,
+nor the big gray wolf."
+
+"What wolf?" inquired Ojo.
+
+"The one that came to the door of the house
+three times during the night."
+
+"I don't see why that should be," said the
+boy, thoughtfully; "there was plenty to eat in
+that house, for I had a fine breakfast, and I
+slept in a nice bed."
+
+"Don't you feel tired?" asked the Patchwork
+Girl, noticing that the boy yawned.
+
+"Why, yes; I'm as tired as I was last night;
+and yet I slept very well."
+
+"And aren't you hungry?"
+
+"It's strange," replied Ojo. "I had a good
+breakfast, and yet I think I'll now eat some of
+my crackers and cheese."
+
+Scraps danced up and down the path. Then
+she sang:
+
+
+"Kizzle-kazzle-kore;
+The wolf is at the door,
+There's nothing to eat but a bone without meat,
+And a bill from the grocery store."
+
+
+
+"What does that mean?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Don't ask me," replied Scraps. "I say what
+comes into my head, but of course I know nothing
+of a grocery store or bones without meat or
+very much else."
+
+"No," said the cat; "she's stark, staring,
+raving crazy, and her brains can't be pink, for
+they don't work properly."
+
+"Bother the brains!" cried Scraps. "Who cares
+for 'em, anyhow? Have you noticed how beautiful my
+patches are in this sunlight?"
+
+Just then they heard a sound as of footsteps
+pattering along the path behind them and all three
+turned to see what was coming. To their
+astonishment they beheld a small round table
+running as fast as its four spindle legs could
+carry it, and to the top was screwed fast a
+phonograph with a big gold horn.
+
+"Hold on!" shouted the phonograph. "Wait for
+me!"
+
+"Goodness me; it's that music thing which the
+Crooked Magician scattered the Powder of Life
+over," said Ojo.
+
+"So it is," returned Bungle, in a grumpy tone of
+voice; and then, as the phonograph overtook them,
+the Glass Cat added sternly: "What are you doing
+here, anyhow?"
+
+"I've run away," said the music thing. "After
+you left, old Dr. Pipt and I had a dreadful
+quarrel and he threatened to smash me to pieces if
+I didn't keep quiet. Of course I wouldn't do that,
+because a talking-machine is supposed to talk and
+make a noise--and sometimes music. So I slipped out
+of the house while the Magician was stirring his
+four kettles and I've been running after you all
+night. Now that I've found such pleasant company,
+I can talk and play tunes all I want to."
+
+Ojo was greatly annoyed by this unwelcome
+addition to their party. At first he did not know
+what to say to the newcomer, but a little thought
+decided him not to make friends.
+
+"We are traveling on important business," he
+declared, "and you'll excuse me if I say we can't
+be bothered."
+
+"How very impolite!" exclaimed the phonograph.
+
+"I'm sorry; but it's true," said the boy. "You'll
+have to go somewhere else."
+
+"This is very unkind treatment, I must say,
+whined the phonograph, in an injured tone.
+"Everyone seems to hate me, and yet I was intended
+to amuse people."
+
+"It isn't you we hate, especially," observed
+the Glass Cat; "it's your dreadful music. When
+I lived in the same room with you I was much
+annoyed by your squeaky horn. It growls and
+grumbles and clicks and scratches so it spoils
+the music, and your machinery rumbles so that
+the racket drowns every tune you attempt."
+
+"That isn't my fault; it's the fault of my
+records. I must admit that I haven't a clear
+record," answered the machine.
+
+"Just the same, you'll have to go away," said
+Ojo.
+
+"Wait a minute," cried Scraps. "This music
+thing interests me. I remember to have heard
+music when I first came to life, and I would like
+to hear it again. What is your name, my poor
+abused phonograph?"
+
+"Victor Columbia Edison," it answered.
+
+"Well, I shall call you 'Vic' for short," said
+the Patchwork Girl. "Go ahead and play something."
+
+"It'll drive you crazy," warned the cat.
+
+"I'm crazy now, according to your statement.
+Loosen up and reel out the music, Vic."
+
+"The only record I have with me," explained
+the phonograph, "is one the Magician attached
+just before we had our quarrel. It's a highly
+classical composition."
+
+"A what?" inquired Scraps.
+
+"It is classical music, and is considered the
+best and most puzzling ever manufactured.
+You're supposed to like it, whether you do or
+not, and if you don't, the proper thing is to look
+as if you did. Understand?"
+
+"Not in the least," said Scraps.
+
+"Then, listen!"
+
+At once the machine began to play and in a
+few minutes Ojo put his hands to his ears to
+shut out the sounds and the cat snarled and
+Scraps began to Jaugh.
+
+"Cut it out, Vic," she said. "That's enough."
+
+But the phonograph continued playing the dreary
+tune, so Ojo seized the crank, jerked it free and
+threw it into the road. However, the moment the
+crank struck the ground it hounded back to the
+machine again and began winding it up. And still
+the music played.
+
+"Let's run!" cried Scraps, and they all started
+and ran down the path as fast as they could go.
+But the phonograph was right behind them
+and could run and play at the same time. It
+called out, reproachfully:
+
+"What's the matter? Don't you love classical
+music?"
+
+"No, Vic," said Scraps, halting. "We will
+passical the classical and preserve what joy we
+have left. I haven't any nerves, thank goodness,
+but your music makes my cotton shrink."
+
+"Then turn over my record. There's a rag-time
+tune on the other side," said the machine.
+
+"What's rag-time?"
+
+"The opposite of classical."
+
+"All right," said Scraps, and turned over the
+record.
+
+The phonograph now began to play a jerky jumble
+of sounds which proved so bewildering that after a
+moment Scraps stuffed her patchwork apron into the
+gold horn and cried: "Stop--stop! That's the other
+extreme. It's extremely bad!"
+
+Muffled as it was, the phonograph played on.
+
+"If you don't shut off that music I'll smash
+your record," threatened Ojo.
+
+The music stopped, at that, and the machine
+turned its horn from one to another and said
+with great indignation:  "What's the matter
+now? Is it possible you can't appreciate rag-
+time?"
+
+"Scraps ought to, being rags herself," said
+the cat; "but I simply can't stand it; it makes
+my whiskers curl."
+
+"It is, indeed, dreadful!" exclaimed Ojo, with
+a shudder.
+
+"It's enough to drive a crazy lady mad,"
+murmured the Patchwork Girl. "I'll tell you what,
+Vic," she added as she smoothed out her apron and
+put it on again, "for some reason or other you've
+missed your guess. You're not a concert; you're a
+nuisance. "
+
+"Music hath charms to soothe the savage
+breast," asserted the phonograph sadly.
+
+"Then we're not savages. I advise you to go
+home and beg the Magician's pardon."
+
+"Never! He'd smash me."
+
+"That's what we shall do, if you stay here,"
+Ojo declared.
+
+"Run along, Vic, and bother some one else,"
+advised Scraps. "Find some one who is real
+wicked, and stay with him till he repents. In
+that way you can do some good in the world."
+
+The music thing turned silently away and
+trotted down a side path, toward a distant
+Munchkin village.
+
+"Is that the way we go?" asked Bungle anxiously.
+
+"No," said Ojo; "I think we shall keep straight
+ahead, for this path is the widest and best.
+When we come to some house we will inquire
+the way to the Emerald City."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Eight
+
+The foolish Owl and the Wise Donkey
+
+
+On they went, and half an hour's steady walking
+brought them to a house somewhat better than the
+two they had already passed. It stood close to the
+roadside and over the door was a sign that read:
+"Miss Foolish Owl and Mr. Wise Donkey:  Public
+Advisers."
+
+When Ojo read this sign aloud Scraps said
+laughingly: "Well, here is a place to get all the
+advice we want, maybe more than we need. Let's go
+in."
+
+The boy knocked at the door.
+
+"Come in!" called a deep bass voice.
+
+So they opened the door and entered the house,
+where a little light-brown donkey, dressed in a
+blue apron and a blue cap, was engaged in dusting
+the furniture with a blue cloth. On a shelf over
+the window sat a great blue owl with a blue
+sunbonnet on her head, blinking her big round
+eyes at the visitors.
+
+"Good morning," said the donkey, in his deep
+voice, which seemed bigger than he was. "Did
+you come to us for advice?"
+
+"Why, we came, anyhow," replied Scraps, "and now
+we are here we may as well have some advice. It's
+free, isn't it?"
+
+"Certainly," said the donkey. "Advice doesn't
+cost anything--unless you follow it. Permit me to
+say, by the way, that you are the queerest lot of
+travelers that ever came to my shop. Judging you
+merely by appearances, I think you'd better talk
+to the Foolish Owl yonder."
+
+They turned to look at the bird, which fluttered
+its wings and stared back at them with its big
+eyes.
+
+"Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot!" cried the owl.
+
+
+"Fiddle-cum-foo,
+Howdy-do?
+Riddle-cum, tiddle-cum,
+Too-ra-la-loo!"
+
+
+"That beats your poetry, Scraps," said Ojo.
+
+"It's just nonsense!" declared the Glass Cat.
+
+"But it's good advice for the foolish," said
+the donkey, admiringly. "Listen to my partner,
+and you can't go wrong.
+
+Said the owl in a grumbling voice:
+
+
+"Patchwork Girl has come to life;
+No one's sweetheart, no one's wife;
+Lacking sense and loving fun,
+She'll be snubbed by everyone."
+
+
+"Quite a compliment! Quite a compliment, I
+declare," exclaimed the donkey, turning to look at
+Scraps. "You are certainly a wonder, my dear, and
+I fancy you'd make a splendid pincushion. If you
+belonged to me, I'd wear smoked glasses when I
+looked at you."
+
+"Why?" asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Because you are so gay and gaudy."
+
+"It is my beauty that dazzles you," she
+asserted. "You Munchkin people all strut around in
+your stupid blue color, while I--"
+
+"You are wrong in calling me a Munchkin,"
+interrupted the donkey, "for I was born in the
+Land of Mo and came to visit the Land of Oz
+on the day it was shut off from all the rest of
+the world. So here I am obliged to stay, and I
+confess it is a very pleasant country to live in."
+
+"Hoot-ti-toot!" cried the owl;
+
+"Ojo's searching for a charm,
+'Cause Unc Nunkie's come to harm.
+Charms are scarce; they're hard to get;
+Ojo's got a job, you bet!"
+
+
+"Is the owl so very foolish?" asked the boy.
+
+"Extremely so," replied the donkey. "Notice what
+vulgar expressions she uses. But I admire the owl
+for the reason that she is positively foolish.
+Owls are supposed to be so very wise, generally,
+that a foolish one is unusual, and you perhaps
+know that anything or anyone unusual is sure to be
+interesting to the wise."
+
+The owl flapped its wings again, muttering
+these words:
+
+
+"It's hard to be a glassy cat--
+No cat can be more hard than that;
+She's so transparent, every act
+Is clear to us, and that's a fact."
+
+
+"Have you noticed my pink brains?" inquired
+Bungle, proudly. "You can see 'em work."
+
+"Not in the daytime," said the donkey. "She
+can't see very well by day, poor thing. But her
+advice is excellent. I advise you all to follow it."
+
+"The owl hasn't given us any advice, as yet,"
+the boy declared.
+
+"No? Then what do you call all those sweet
+poems?"
+
+"Just foolishness," replied Ojo. "Scraps does
+the same thing."
+
+"Foolishness! Of course! To be sure! The Foolish
+Owl must be foolish or she wouldn't be the Foolish
+Owl. You are very complimentary to my partner,
+indeed," asserted the donkey, rubbing his front
+hoofs together as if highly pleased.
+
+"The sign says that you are wise," remarked
+Scraps to the donkey. "I wish you would prove it."
+
+"With great pleasure," returned the beast.
+"Put me to the test, my dear Patches, and I'll
+prove my wisdom in the wink of an eye.
+
+"What is the best way to get to the Emerald
+City?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Walk," said the donkey.
+
+"I know; but what road shall I take?" was the
+boy's next question.
+
+"The road of yellow bricks, of course. It leads
+directly to the Emerald City."
+
+"And how shall we find the road of yellow
+bricks?"
+
+"By keeping along the path you have been
+following. You'll come to the yellow bricks pretty
+soon, and you'll know them when you see them
+because they're the only yellow things in the
+blue country."
+
+"Thank you," said the boy. "At last you have
+told me something."
+
+"Is that the extent of your wisdom?" asked
+Scraps.
+
+"No," replied the donkey; "I know many
+other things, but they wouldn't interest you.
+So I'll give you a last word of advice: move on,
+for the sooner you do that the sooner you'll
+get to the Emerald City of Oz."
+
+"Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot-ti-too!" screeched the owl;
+
+
+"Off you go! fast or slow,
+Where you're going you don't know.
+Patches, Bungle, Muchkin lad,
+Facing fortunes good and bad,
+Meeting dangers grave and sad,
+Sometimes worried, sometimes glad--
+Where you're going you don't know,
+Nor do I, but off you go!"
+
+
+"Sounds like a hint, to me," said the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Then let's take it and go," replied Ojo.
+
+They said good-bye to the Wise Donkey and the
+Foolish Owl and at once resumed their journey.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Nine
+
+They Meet the Woozy
+
+
+
+"There seem to be very few houses around here,
+after all," remarked Ojo, after they had walked
+for a time in silence.
+
+"Never mind," said Scraps; "we are not looking
+for houses, but rather the road of yellow bricks.
+Won't it be funny to run across something yellow
+in this dismal blue country?"
+
+"There are worse colors than yellow in this
+country," asserted the Glass Cat, in a spiteful
+tone.
+
+"Oh; do you mean the pink pebbles you call
+your brains, and your red heart and green eyes?"
+asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"No; I mean you, if you must know it," growled
+the cat.
+
+"You're jealous!" laughed Scraps. "You'd give
+your whiskers for a lovely variegated complexion
+like mine."
+
+"I wouldn't!" retorted the cat. "I've the
+clearest complexion in the world, and I don't
+employ a beauty-doctor, either."
+
+"I see you don't," said Scraps.
+
+"Please don't quarrel," begged Ojo. "This is an
+important journey, and quarreling makes me
+discouraged. To be brave, one must be cheerful, so
+I hope you will be as good-tempered as possible."
+
+They had traveled some distance when suddenly
+they faced a high fence which barred any further
+progress straight ahead. It ran directly across
+the road and enclosed a small forest of tall
+trees, set close together. When the group of
+adventurers peered through the bars of the fence
+they thought this forest looked more gloomy and
+forbidding than any they had ever seen before.
+
+They soon discovered that the path they had
+been following now made a bend and passed
+around the enclosure, but what made Ojo stop
+and look thoughtful was a sign painted on the
+fence which read:
+
+
+"BEWARE OF THE WOOZY!"
+
+
+"That means," he said, "that there's a Woozy
+inside that fence, and the Woozy must be a
+dangerous animal or they wouldn't tell people
+to beware of it."
+
+"Let's keep out, then," replied Scraps. "That
+path is outside the fence, and Mr. Woozy may have
+all his little forest to himself, for all we care."
+
+"But one of our errands is to find a Woozy,"
+Ojo explained. "The Magician wants me to get
+three hairs from the end of a Woozy's tail."
+
+"Let's go on and find some other Woozy,"
+suggested the cat. "This one is ugly and
+dangerous, or they wouldn't cage him up. Maybe
+we shall find another that is tame and gentle."
+
+"Perhaps there isn't any other, at all,"
+answered Ojo. "The sign doesn't say: 'Beware a
+Woozy'; it says: 'Beware the Woozy,' which may,
+mean there's only one in all the Land of Oz.
+
+"Then," said Scraps, "suppose we go in and
+find him? Very likely if we ask him politely to
+let us pull three hairs out of the tip of his tail
+he won't hurt us."
+
+"It would hurt him, I'm sure, and that would
+make him cross," said the cat.
+
+"You needn't worry, Bungle," remarked the
+Patchwork Girl; "for if there is danger you can
+climb a tree. Ojo and I are not afraid; are we,
+Ojo?"
+
+"I am, a little," the boy admitted; "but this
+danger must be faced, if we intend to save poor
+
+Unc Nunkie. How shall we get over the fence?"
+
+"Climb," answered Scraps, and at once she began
+climbing up the rows of bars. Ojo followed and
+found it more easy than he had expected. When they
+got to the top of the fence they began to get down
+on the other side and soon were in the forest. The
+Glass Cat, being small, crept between the lower
+bars and joined them.
+
+Here there was no path of any sort, so they
+entered the woods, the boy leading the way,
+and wandered through the trees until they were
+nearly in the center of the forest. They now
+came upon a clear space in which stood a rocky
+cave.
+
+So far they had met no living creature, but
+when Ojo saw the cave he knew it must be the
+den of the Woozy.
+
+It is hard to face any savage beast without
+a sinking of the heart, but still more terrifying
+is it to face an unknown beast, which you have
+never seen even a picture of. So there is little
+wonder that the pulses of the Munchkin boy
+beat fast as he and his companions stood facing
+the cave. The opening was perfectly square,
+and about big enough to admit a goat.
+
+"I guess the Woozy is asleep," said Scraps.
+"Shall I throw in a stone, to waken him?"
+
+"No; please don't," answered Ojo, his voice
+trembling a little. "I'm in no hurry."
+
+But he had not long to wait, for the Woozy
+heard the sound of voices and came trotting out
+of his cave. As this is the only Woozy that has
+ever lived, either in the Land of Oz or out of
+it, I must describe it to you.
+
+The creature was all squares and flat surfaces
+and edges. Its head was an exact square, like
+one of the building-blocks a child plays with;
+therefore it had no ears, but heard sounds
+through two openings in the upper corners. Its
+nose, being in the center of a square surface,
+was flat, while the mouth was formed by the
+opening of the lower edge of the block. The
+body of the Woozy was much larger than its
+head, but was likewise block-shaped--being
+twice as long as it was wide and high. The tail
+was square and stubby and perfectly straight,
+and the four legs were made in the same way,
+each being four-sided. The animal was covered
+with a thick, smooth skin and had no hair at all
+except at the extreme end of its tail, where there
+grew exactly three stiff, stubby hairs. The beast
+was dark blue in color and his face was not
+fierce nor ferocious in expression, but rather
+good-humored and droll.
+
+Seeing the strangers, the Woozy folded his
+hind legs as if they Lad been hinged and sat
+down to look his visitors over.
+
+"Well, well," he exclaimed; "what a queer lot
+you are! at first I thought some of those
+miserable Munchkin farmers had come to annoy me,
+but I am relieved to find you in their stead. It
+is plain to me that you are a remarkable group--as
+remarkable in your way as I am in mine--and so you
+are welcome to my domain. Nice place, isn't it?
+But lonesome-dreadfully lonesome."
+
+"Why did they shut you up here?" asked
+Scraps, who was regarding the queer, square
+creature with much curiosity.
+
+"Because I eat up all the honey-bees which
+the Munchkin farmers who live around here
+keep to make them honey."
+
+"Are you fond of eating honey-bees?" inquired
+the boy.
+
+"Very. They are really delicious. But the
+farmers did not like to lose their bees and so
+they tried to destroy me. Of course they couldn't
+do that."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"My skin is so thick and tough that nothing can
+get through it to hurt me. So, finding they could
+not destroy me, they drove me into this forest and
+built a fence around me. Unkind, wasn't it?"
+
+"But what do you eat now?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Nothing at all. I've tried the leaves from the
+trees and the mosses and creeping vines, but they
+don't seem to suit my taste. So, there being no
+honey-bees here, I've eaten nothing for years.
+
+"You must be awfully hungry," said the boy.
+"I've got some bread and cheese in my basket.
+Would you like that kind of food?"
+
+"Give me a nibble and I will try it; then I
+can tell you better whether it is grateful to my
+appetite," returned the Woozy.
+
+So the boy opened his basket and broke a
+piece off the loaf of bread. He tossed it toward
+the Woozy, who cleverly caught it in his mouth
+and ate it in a twinkling.
+
+"That's rather good," declared the animal.
+"Any more?"
+
+"Try some cheese," said Ojo, and threw down a
+piece.
+
+The Woozy ate that, too, and smacked its long,
+thin lips.
+
+"That's mighty good!" it exclaimed. "Any more?"
+
+"Plenty," replied Ojo. So he sat down on a Stump
+and fed the Woozy bread and cheese for a long
+time; for, no matter how much the boy broke off,
+the loaf and the slice remained just as big.
+
+"That'll do," said the Woozy, at last; "I'm
+quite full. I hope the strange food won't give
+me indigestion.
+
+"I hope not," said Ojo. "It's what I eat."
+
+"Well, I must say I'm much obliged, and
+I'm glad you came," announced the beast. "Is
+there anything I can do in return for your
+kindness?"
+
+"Yes," said Ojo earnestly, "you have it in
+your power to do me a great favor, if you will."
+
+"What is it?" asked the Woozy. "Name the
+favor and I will grant it."
+
+"I--I want three hairs from the tip of your
+tail," said Ojo, with some hesitation.
+
+"Three hairs! Why, that's all I have--on my
+tail or anywhere else," exclaimed the beast.
+
+"I know; but I want them very much."
+
+"They are my sole ornaments, my prettiest
+feature," said the Woozy, uneasily. "If I give
+up those three hairs I--I'm just a blockhead."
+
+"Yet I must have them," insisted the boy,
+firmly, and he then told the Woozy all about the
+accident to Unc Nunkie and Margolotte, and how the
+three hairs were to be a part of the magic charm
+that would restore them to life. The beast
+listened with attention and when Ojo had finished
+the recital it said, with a sigh.
+
+"I always keep my word, for I pride myself on
+being square. So you may have the three hairs, and
+welcome. I think, under such circumstances, it
+would be selfish in me to refuse you."
+
+"Thank you! Thank you very much," cried
+the boy, joyfully. "May I pull out the hairs
+now?"
+
+"Any time you like," answered the Woozy.
+
+So Ojo went up to the queer creature and
+taking hold of one of the hairs began to pull.
+He pulled harder. He pulled with all his might;
+but the hair remained fast.
+
+"What's the trouble?" asked the Woozy,
+which Ojo had dragged here and there all
+around the clearing in his endeavor to pull out
+the hair.
+
+"It won't come," said the boy, panting.
+
+"I was afraid of that," declared the beast.
+"You'll have to pull harder."
+
+"I'll help you," exclaimed Scraps, coming to
+the boy's side. "You pull the hair, and I'll pull
+you, and together we ought to get it out easily."
+
+"Wait a jiffy," called the Woozy, and then
+it went to a tree and hugged it with its front
+paws, so that its body couldn't be dragged
+around by the pull. "All ready, now. Go ahead!"
+
+Ojo grasped the hair with both hands and
+pulled with all his strength, while Scraps seized
+the boy around his waist and added her strength
+to his. But the hair wouldn't budge. Instead, it
+slipped out of Ojo's hands and he and Scraps
+both rolled upon the ground in a heap and never
+stopped until they bumped against the rocky
+cave.
+
+"Give it up," advised the Glass Cat, as the
+boy arose and assisted the Patchwork Girl to her
+feet. "A dozen strong men couldn't pull out
+those Hairs. I believe they're clinched on the
+under side of the Woozy's thick skin."
+
+"Then what shall I do?" asked the boy,
+despairingly. "If on our return I fail to take
+these three hairs to the Crooked Magician, the
+other things I have come to seek will be of no
+use at all, and we cannot restore Unc Nunkie
+and Margolotte to life."
+
+"They're goners, I guess," said the Patchwork
+Girl.
+
+"Never mind," added the cat. "I can't see that
+old Unc and Margolotte are worth all this trouble,
+anyhow."
+
+But Ojo did not feel that way. He was so
+disheartened that he sat down upon a stump and
+began to cry.
+
+The Woozy looked at the boy thoughtfully.
+
+"Why don't you take me with you?" asked the
+beast. "Then, when at last you get to the
+Magician's house, he can surely find some way to
+pull out those three hairs."
+
+Ojo was overjoyed at this suggestion.
+
+"That's it!" he cried, wiping away the tears
+and springing to his feet with a smile. "If I take
+the three hairs to the Magician, it won't matter
+if they are still in your body."
+
+"It can't matter in the least," agreed the
+Woozy.
+
+"Come on, then," said the boy, picking up his
+basket; "let us start at once. I have several other
+things to find, you know."
+
+But the Class Cat gave a little laugh and
+inquired in her scornful way:
+
+"How do you intend to get the beast out of this
+forest?"
+
+That puzzled them all for a time.
+
+"Let us go to the fence, and then we may find a
+way," suggested Scraps. So they walked through the
+forest to the fence, reaching it at a point
+exactly opposite that where they had entered the
+enclosure.
+
+"How did you get in?" asked the Woozy.
+
+"We climbed over," answered Ojo.
+
+"I can't do that," said the beast. "I'm a very
+swift runner, for I can overtake a honey-bee as
+it flies; and I can jump very high, which is the
+reason they made such a tall fence to keep me
+in. But I can't climb at all, and I'm too big to
+squeeze between the bars of the fence."
+
+Ojo tried to think what to do.
+
+"Can you dig?" he asked.
+
+"No," answered the Woozy, "for I have no
+claws. My feet are quite flat on the bottom of
+them. Nor can I gnaw away the boards, as I
+have no teeth."
+
+"You're not such a terrible creature, after all,"
+remarked Scraps.
+
+"You haven't heard me growl, or you wouldn't say
+that," declared the Woozy. "When I growl, the
+sound echoes like thunder all through the valleys
+and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and
+women cover their heads with their aprons, and big
+men run and hide. I suppose there is nothing in
+the world so terrible to listen to as the growl of
+a Woosy."
+
+"Please don't growl, then," begged Ojo,
+earnestly.
+
+"There is no danger of my growling, for
+I am not angry. Only when angry do I utter
+my fearful, ear-splitting, soul-shuddering growl.
+Also, when I am angry, my eyes flash fire,
+whether I growl or not."
+
+"Real fire?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Of course, real fire. Do you suppose they'd
+flash imitation fire?" inquired the Woozy, in an
+injured tone.
+
+"In that case, I've solved the riddle," cried
+Scraps, dancing with glee. "Those fence-boards
+are made of wood, and if the Woozy stands
+close to the fence and lets his eyes flash fire,
+they might set fire to the fence and burn it up.
+Then he could walk away with us easily, being
+free."
+
+"Ah, I have never thought of that plan, or I
+would have been free long ago," said the Woozy.
+"But I cannot flash fire from my eyes unless I am
+very angry."
+
+"Can't you get angry 'bout something, please?"
+asked Ojo.
+
+"I'll try. You just say 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me."
+
+"Will that make you angry?" inquired the boy~.
+
+"Terribly angry."
+
+"What does it mean?" asked Scraps.
+
+"I don't know; that's what makes me so angry,"
+re-plied the Woozy.
+
+He then stood close to the fence, with his
+head near one of the boards, and Scraps called out
+"Krizzle-Kroo!" Then Ojo said "Krizzle-Kroo!"
+and the Glass Cat said "Krizzle-Kroo!" The Woozy
+began  to tremble with anger and small sparks
+darted from his eyes. Seeing this, they all cried
+"Krizzle-Kroo!" together, and that made the
+beast's eyes flash fire so fiercely that the
+fence-board caught the sparks and began to smoke.
+Then it burst into flame, and the Woozy stepped
+back and said triumphantly:
+
+"Aha! That did the business, all right. It was
+a happy thought for you to yell all together, for
+that made me as angry as I have ever been.
+Fine sparks, weren't they?"
+
+"Reg'lar fireworks," replied Scraps, admiringly.
+
+In a few moments the board had burned to a
+distance of several feet, leaving an opening big
+enough for them all to pass through. Ojo broke
+some branches from a tree and with them
+whipped the fire until it was extinguished.
+
+"We don't want to burn the whole fence
+down," said he, "for the flames would attract
+the attention of the Munchkin farmers, who
+would then come and capture the Woozy again.
+I guess they'll be rather surprised when they
+find he's escaped."
+
+"So they will," declared the Woozy, chuckling
+gleefully. "When they find I'm gone the farmers
+will be badly scared, for they'll expect me to eat
+up their honey-bees, as I did before."
+
+"That reminds me," said the boy, "that you must
+promise not to eat honey-bees while you are in our
+company."
+
+"None at all?"
+
+"Not a bee. You would get us all into trouble,
+and we can't afford to have any more trouble than
+is necessary. I'll feed you all the bread and
+cheese you want, and that must satisfy you."
+
+"All right; I'll promise," said the Woozy,
+cheerfully. "And when I promise anything you
+can depend on it, 'cause I'm square."
+
+"I don't see what difference that makes,"
+observed the Patchwork Girl, as they found the
+path and continued their journey. "The shape
+doesn't make a thing honest, does it?"
+
+"Of course it does," returned the Woozy, very
+decidedly. "No one could trust that Crooked
+Magician, for instance, just because he is
+crooked; but a square Woozy couldn't do anything
+crooked if he wanted to."
+
+"I am neither square nor crooked," said
+Scraps, looking down at her plump body.
+
+"No; you're round, so you're liable to do
+anything," asserted the Woozy. "Do not blame me,
+Miss Gorgeous, if I regard you with suspicion.
+Many a satin ribbon has a cotton back."
+
+Scraps didn't understand this, but she had an
+uneasy misgiving that she had a cotton back
+herself. It would settle down, at times, and make
+her squat and dumpy, and then she had to roll
+herself in the road until her body stretched out again.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Ten
+
+Shaggy Man to the Rescue
+
+
+They had not gone very far before Bungle, who had
+run on ahead, came bounding back to say that the
+road of yellow bricks was just before them. At
+once they hurried forward to see what this famous
+road looked like.
+
+It was a broad road, but not straight, for it
+wandered over hill and dale and picked out the
+easiest places to go. All its length and breadth
+was paved with smooth bricks of a bright yellow
+color, so it was smooth and level except in a few
+places where the bricks had crumbled or been
+removed, leaving holes that might cause the unwary
+to stumble.
+
+"I wonder," said Ojo, looking up and down the
+road, "which way to go."
+
+"Where are you bound for?" asked the Woozy.
+
+"The Emerald City," he replied.
+
+"Then go west," said the Woozy. "I know this
+road pretty well, for I've chased many a honey-bee
+over it."
+
+"Have you ever been to the Emerald City?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"No. I am very shy by nature, as you may have
+noticed, so I haven't mingled much in society."
+
+"Are you afraid of men?" inquired the Patchwork
+Girl.
+
+"Me? With my heart-rending growl-my horrible,
+shudderful growl? I should say not. I am not
+afraid of anything," declared the Woozy.
+
+"I wish I could say the same," sighed Ojo. "I
+don't think we need be afraid when we get to the
+Emerald City, for Unc Nunkie has told me that
+Ozma, our girl Ruler, is very lovely and kind, and
+tries to help everyone who is in trouble. But they
+say there are many dangers lurking on the road to
+the great Fairy City, and so we must be very
+careful."
+
+"I hope nothing will break me," said the
+Glass Cat, in a nervous voice. "I'm a little brittle,
+you know, and can't stand many hard knocks."
+
+"If anything should fade the colors of my lovely
+patches it would break my heart," said the
+Patchwork Girl.
+
+"I'm not sure you have a heart," Ojo reminded
+her.
+
+"Then it would break my cotton," persisted
+Scraps. "Do you think they are all fast colors,
+Ojo?" she asked anxiously.
+
+"They seem fast enough when you run," he
+replied; and then, looking ahead of them, he
+exclaimed: "Oh, what lovely trees!"
+
+They were certainly pretty to look upon and
+the travelers hurried forward to observe them
+more closely.
+
+"Why, they are not trees at all," said Scraps;
+"they are just monstrous plants."
+
+That is what they really were: masses of great
+broad leaves which rose from the ground far into
+the air, until they towered twice as high as the
+top of the Patchwork Girl's head, who was a little
+taller than Ojo. The plants formed rows on both
+sides of the road and from each plant rose a dozen
+or more of the big broad leaves, which swayed
+continually from side to side, although no wind
+was blowing. But the most curious thing about the
+swaying leaves was their color. They seemed to
+have a general groundwork of blue, but here and
+there other colors glinted at times through the
+blue--gorgeous yellows, turning to pink, purple,
+orange and scarlet, mingled with more sober browns
+and grays--each appearing as a blotch or stripe
+anywhere on a leaf and then disappearing, to be
+replaced by some other color of a different shape.
+The changeful coloring of the great leaves was
+very beautiful, but it was bewildering, as well,
+and the novelty of the scene drew our travelers
+close to the line of plants, where they stood
+watching them with rapt interest.
+
+Suddenly a leaf bent lower than usual and
+touched the Patchwork Girl. Swiftly it enveloped
+her in its embrace, covering her completely in
+its thick folds, and then it swayed back upon its
+stem.
+
+"Why, she's gone!" gasped Ojo, in amazement, and
+listening carefully he thought he could hear the
+muffled screams of Scraps coming from the center
+of the folded leaf. But, before he could think
+what he ought to do to save her, another leaf bent
+down and captured the Glass Cat, rolling around
+the little creature until she was completely
+hidden, and then straightening up again upon its
+stem.
+
+"Look out," cried the Woozy. "Run! Run
+fast, or you are lost."
+
+Ojo turned and saw the Woozy running
+swiftly up the road. But the last leaf of the row
+of plants seized the beast even as he ran and
+instantly he disappeared from sight.
+
+The boy had no chance to escape. Half a dozen of
+the great leaves were bending toward him from
+different directions and as he stood hesitating
+one of them clutched him in its embrace. In a
+flash he was in the dark. Then he felt himself
+gently lifted until he was swaying in the air,
+with the folds of the leaf hugging him on all
+sides.
+
+At first he struggled hard to escape, crying
+out in anger: "Let me go! Let me go!" But
+neither struggles nor protests had any effect
+whatever. The leaf held him firmly and he was
+a prisoner."
+
+Then Ojo quieted himself and tried to think.
+Despair fell upon him when he remembered that all
+his little party had been captured, even as he
+was, and there was none to save them.
+
+"I might have expected it," he sobbed,
+miserably. "I'm Ojo the Unlucky, and something
+dreadful was sure to happen to me."
+
+He pushed against the leaf that held him and
+found it to be soft, but thick and firm. It was
+like a great bandage all around him and he
+found it difficult to move his body or limbs in
+order to change their position.
+
+The minutes passed and became hours. Ojo
+wondered how long one could live in such a
+condition and if the leaf would gradually sap
+his strength and even his life, in order to feed
+itself. The little Munchkin boy had never heard
+of any person dying in the Land of Oz, but he
+knew one could suffer a great deal of pain. His
+greatest fear at this time was that he would
+always remain imprisoned in the beautiful leaf
+and never see the light of day again.
+
+No sound came to him through the leaf; all
+around was intense silence. Ojo wondered if Scraps
+had stopped screaming, or if the folds of the leaf
+prevented his hearing her. By and by he thought he
+heard a whistle, as of some one whistling a tune.
+Yes; it really must be some one whistling, he
+decided, for he could follow the strains of a
+pretty Munchkin melody that Unc Nunkie used to
+sing to him. The sounds were low and sweet and,
+although they reached Ojo's ears very faintly,
+they were clear and harmonious.
+
+Could the leaf whistle, Ojo wondered? Nearer and
+nearer came the sounds and then they seemed to be
+just the other side of the leaf that was hugging
+him.
+
+Suddenly the whole leaf toppled and fell,
+carrying the boy with it, and while he sprawled at
+full length the folds slowly relaxed and set him
+free. He scrambled quickly to his feet and found
+that a strange man was standing before him--a man
+so curious in appearance that the boy stared with
+round eyes.
+
+He was a big man, with shaggy whiskers, shaggy
+eyebrows, shaggy hair--but kindly blue eyes that
+were gentle as those of a cow. On his head was a
+green velvet hat with a jeweled band, which was
+all shaggy around the brim. Rich but shaggy laces
+were at his throat; a coat with shaggy edges was
+decorated with diamond buttons; the velvet
+breeches had jeweled buckles at the knees and
+shags all around the bottoms. On his breast hung a
+medallion bearing a picture of Princess Dorothy of
+Oz, and in his hand, as he stood looking at Ojo,
+was a sharp knife shaped like a dagger.
+
+"Oh!" exclaimed Ojo, greatly astonished at the
+sight of this stranger; and then he added: "Who
+has saved me, sir?"
+
+"Can't you see?" replied the other, with a
+smile; "I'm the Shaggy Man."
+
+"Yes; I can see that," said the boy, nodding.
+"Was it you who rescued me from the leaf?"
+
+"None other, you may be sure. But take care,
+or I shall have to rescue you again."
+
+Ojo gave a jump, for he saw several broad
+leaves leaning toward him; but the Shaggy Man
+began to whistle again, and at the sound the
+leaves all straightened up on their stems and
+kept still.
+
+The man now took Ojo's arm and led him
+up the road, past the last of the great plants,
+and not till he was safely beyond their reach did
+he cease his whistling.
+
+"You see, the music charms 'em," said he.
+"Singing or whistling--it doesn't matter which--
+makes 'em behave, and nothing else will. I always
+whistle as I go by 'em and so they always let me
+alone. Today as I went by, whistling, I saw a leaf
+curled and knew there must be something inside it.
+I cut down the leaf with my knife and--out you
+popped. Lucky I passed by, wasn't it?"
+
+"You were very kind," said Ojo, "and I thank
+you. Will you please rescue my companions, also?"
+
+"What companions?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"The leaves grabbed them all," said the boy.
+"There's a Patchwork Girl and--"
+
+"A what?"
+
+"A girl made of patchwork, you know. She's
+alive and her name is Scraps. And there's a
+Glass Cat--"
+
+"Glass?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"All glass."
+
+"And alive?"
+
+"Yes," said Ojo; "she has pink brains. And
+there's a Woozy--"
+
+"What's a Woozy?" inquired the Shaggy Man.
+
+"Why, I--I--can't describe it," answered the
+boy, greatly perplexed. "But it's a queer animal
+with three hairs on the tip of its tail that won't
+come out and--"
+
+"What won't come out?" asked the Shaggy Man;
+"the tail?"
+
+"The hairs won't come out. But you'll see the
+Woozy, if you'll please rescue it, and then you'll
+know just what it is."
+
+"Of course," said the Shaggy Man, nodding his
+shaggy head. And then he walked back among the
+plants, still whistling, and found the three
+leaves which were curled around Ojo's traveling
+companions. The first leaf he cut down released
+Scraps, and on seeing her the Shaggy Man threw
+back his shaggy head, opened wide his mouth and
+laughed so shaggily and yet so merrily that Scraps
+liked him at once. Then he took off his hat and
+made her a low bow, saying:
+
+"My dear, you're a wonder. I must introduce
+you to my friend the Scarecrow."
+
+When he cut down the second leaf he rescued the
+Glass Cat, and Bungle was so frightened that she
+scampered away like a streak and soon had joined
+Ojo, when she sat beside him panting and
+trembling. The last plant of all the row had
+captured the Woozy, and a big bunch in the center
+of the curled leaf showed plainly where he was.
+With his sharp knife the Shaggy Man sliced off the
+stem of the leaf and as it fell and unfolded out
+trotted the Woozy and escaped beyond the reach of
+any more of the dangerous plants.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Eleven
+
+A Good Friend
+
+
+Soon the entire party was gathered on the road of
+yellow bricks, quite beyond the reach of the
+beautiful but treacherous plants. The Shaggy Man,
+staring first at one and then at the other, seemed
+greatly pleased and interested.
+
+"I've seen queer things since I came to the Land
+of Oz," said he, "but never anything queerer than
+this band of adventurers. Let us sit down a while,
+and have a talk and get acquainted."
+
+"Haven't you always lived in the Land of Oz?"
+asked the Munchkin boy.
+
+"No; I used to live in the big, outside world.
+But I came here once with Dorothy, and Ozma
+let me stay."
+
+"How do you like Oz?" asked Scraps. "Isn't
+the country and the climate grand?"
+
+"It's the finest country in all the world, even
+if it is a fairyland. and I'm happy every minute I
+live in it," said the Shaggy Man. "But tell me
+something about yourselves."
+
+So Ojo related the story of his visit to the
+house of the Crooked Magician, and how he met
+there the Class Cat, and how the Patchwork Girl
+was brought to life and of the terrible accident
+to Unc Nunkie and Margdotte. Then he told how he
+had set out to find the five different things
+which the Magician needed to make a charm that
+would restore the marble figures to life, one
+requirement being three hairs from a Woozy's tail.
+
+"We found the Woozy," explained the boy,
+"and he agreed to give us the three hairs; but
+we couldn't pull them out. So we had to bring
+the Woozy along with us."
+
+"I see," returned the Shaggy Man, who had
+listened with interest to the story. "But perhaps
+I, who am big and strong, can pull those three
+hairs from the Woozy's tail."
+
+"Try it, if you like," said the Woozy.
+
+So the Shaggy Man tried it, but pull as hard
+as he could he failed to get the hairs out of the
+Woozy's tail. So he sat down again and wiped
+his shaggy face with a shaggy silk handkerchief
+and said:
+
+"It doesn't matter. If you can keep the Woozy
+until you get the rest of the things you need,
+you can take the beast and his three hairs to
+the Crooked Magician and let him find a way
+to extract 'em. What are the other things you are
+to find?"
+
+"One," said Ojo, "is a six-leaved clover."
+
+"You ought to find that in the fields around
+the Emerald City," said the Shaggy Man.
+"There is a Law against picking six-leaved
+clovers, but I think I can get Ozma to let you
+have one."
+
+"Thank you," replied Ojo. "The next thing
+is the left wing of a yellow butterfly."
+
+"For that you must go to the Winkle Country,"
+the Shaggy Man declared. "I've never noticed any
+butterflies there, but that is the yellow country
+of Oz and it's ruled, by a good friend of mine,
+the Tin Woodman."
+
+"Oh, I've heard of him!" exclaimed Ojo. "He
+must be a wonderful man."
+
+"So he is, and his heart is wonderfully kind.
+I'm sure the Tin Woodman will do all in his
+power to help you to save your Unc Nunkie
+and poor Margolotte."
+
+"The next thing I must find," said the
+Munchkin boy, "is a gill of water from a dark
+well."
+
+"Indeed! Well, that is more difficult," said
+the Shaggy Man, scratching his left ear in a
+puzzled way. "I've never heard of a dark well;
+have you?"
+
+"No," said Ojo.
+
+"Do you know where one may be found?" inquired
+the Shaggy Man.
+
+"I can't imagine," said Ojo.
+
+"Then we must ask the Scarecrow."
+
+"The Scarecrow! But surely, sir, a scarecrow
+can't know anything."
+
+"Most scarecrows don't, I admit," answered
+the Shaggy Man. "But this Scarecrow of whom
+I speak is very intelligent. He claims to possess
+the best brains in all Oz."
+
+"Better than mine?" asked Scraps.
+
+"Better than mine?" echoed the Glass Cat.
+"Mine are pink, and you can see 'em work."
+
+"Well, you can't see the Scarecrow's brains
+work, but they do a lot of clever thinking,"
+asserted the Shaggy Man. "If anyone knows where a
+dark well is, it's my friend the Scarecrow."
+
+"Where does he live?" inquired Ojo.
+
+"He has a splendid castle in the Winkle
+Country, near to the palace of his friend the
+Tin Woodman, and he is often to be found in
+the Emerald City, where he visits Dorothy at
+the royal palace."
+
+"Then we will ask him about the dark well,"
+said Ojo.
+
+"But what else does this Crooked Magician
+want?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"A drop of oil from a live man's body."
+
+"Oh; but there isn't such a thing."
+
+"That is what I thought," replied Ojo; "but
+the Crooked Magician said it wouldn't be called
+for by the recipe if it couldn't be found, and
+therefore I must search until I find it."
+
+"I wish you good luck," said the Shaggy Man,
+shaking his head doubtfully; "but I imagine
+you'll have a hard job getting a drop of oil from
+a live man's body. There's blood in a body, but
+no oil."
+
+"There's cotton in mine," said Scraps, dancing
+a little jig.
+
+"I don't doubt it," returned the Shaggy Man
+admiringly. "You're a regular comforter and as
+sweet as patchwork can be. All you lack is
+dignity."
+
+"I hate dignity," cried Scraps, kicking a pebble
+high in the air and then trying to catch it as it
+fell. "Half the fools and all the wise folks are
+dignified, and I'm neither the one nor the other."
+
+"She's just crazy," explained the Glass Cat.
+
+The Shaggy Man laughed.
+
+"She's delightful, in her way," he said. "I'm
+sure Dorothy will be pleased with her, and the
+Scarecrow will dote on her. Did you say you
+were traveling toward the Emerald City?"
+
+"Yes," replied Ojo. "I thought that the best
+place to go, at first, because the six-leaved clover
+may be found there."
+
+"I'll go with you," said the Shaggy Man, "and
+show you the way."
+
+"Thank you," exclaimed Ojo. "I hope it won't
+put you out any."
+
+"No," said the other, "I wasn't going anywhere
+in particular. I've been a rover all my life, and
+although Ozma has given me a suite of beautiful
+rooms in her palace I still get the wandering
+fever once in a while and start out to roam the
+country over. I've been away from the Emerald City
+several weeks, this time, and now that I've met
+you and your friends I'm sure it will interest me
+to accompany you to the great city of Oz and
+introduce you to my friends."
+
+"That will be very nice," said the boy,
+gratefully.
+
+"I hope your friends are not dignified,"
+observed Scraps.
+
+"Some are, and some are not," he answered;
+"but I never criticise my friends. If they are
+really true friends; they may be anything they
+like, for all of me."
+
+"There's some sense in that," said Scraps,
+nodding her queer head in approval. "Come on, and
+let's get to the Emerald City as soon as
+possible." With this she ran up the path, skipping
+and dancing, and then turned to await them.
+
+"It is quite a distance from here to the Emerald
+City," remarked the Shaggy Man, "so we shall not
+get there to-day, nor to-morrow. Therefore let us
+take the jaunt in an easy manner. I'm an old
+traveler and have found that I never gain anything
+by being in a hurry. 'Take it easy' is my motto.
+If you can't take it easy, take it as easy as you
+can."
+
+After walking some distance over the road of
+yellow bricks Ojo said he was hungry and would
+stop to eat some bread and cheese. He offered a
+portion of the food to the Shaggy Man, who thanked
+him but refused it.
+
+"When I start out on my travels," said he,
+"I carry along enough square meals to last me
+several weeks. Think I'll indulge in one now,
+as long as we're stopping anyway."
+
+Saying this, he took a bottle from his pocket
+and shook from it a tablet about the size of one
+of Ojo's finger-nails.
+
+"That," announced the Shaggy Man, "is a square
+meal, in condensed form. Invention of the great
+Professor Woggle-Bug, of the Royal College of
+Athletics. It contains soup, fish, roast meat,
+salad, apple-dumplings, ice cream and chocolate-
+drops, all boiled down to this small size, so it
+can be conveniently carried and swallowed when you
+are hungry and need a square meal."
+
+"I'm square," said the Woozy. "Give me one,
+please."
+
+So the Shaggy Man gave the Woozy a tablet from
+his bottle and the beast ate it in a twinkling.
+
+"You have now had a six course dinner,"
+declared the Shaggy Man.
+
+"Pshaw!" said the Woozy, ungratefully, "I
+want to taste something. There's no fun in that
+sort of eating."
+
+"One should only eat to sustain life," replied
+the Shaggy Man, "and that tablet is equal to a
+peck of other food."
+
+"I don't care for it. I want something I can
+chew and taste," grumbled the Woozy.
+
+"You are quite wrong, my poor beast," said
+the Shaggy Man in a tone of pity. "Think how
+tired your jaws would get chewing a square
+meal like this, if it were not condensed to the
+size of a small tablet--which you can swallow
+in a jiffy."
+
+"Chewing isn't tiresome; it's fun,  maintained
+the Woozy. "I always chew the honey-bees when I
+catch them. Give me some bread and cheese, Ojo."
+
+"No, no! You've already eaten a big dinner!"
+protested the Shaggy Man.
+
+"May be," answered the Woozy; "but I guess
+I'll fool myself by munching some bread and
+cheese. I may not be hungry, having eaten all
+those things you gave me, but I consider this
+eating business a matter of taste, and I like to
+realize what's going into me."
+
+Ojo gave the beast what he wanted, but the
+Shaggy Man shook his shaggy head reproachfully and
+said there was no animal so obstinate or hard to
+convince as a Woozy.
+
+At this moment a patter of footsteps was heard,
+and looking up they saw the live phonograph
+standing before them. It seemed to have passed
+through many adventures since Ojo and his comrades
+last saw the machine, for the varnish of its
+wooden case was all marred and dented and
+scratched in a way that gave it an aged and
+disreputable appearance.
+
+"Dear me!" exclaimed  Ojo, staring hard.
+"What has happened to you?"
+
+"Nothing much," replied the phonograph in
+a sad and depressed voice. "I've had enough
+things thrown at me, since I left you, to stock
+a department store and furnish half a dozen
+bargain-counters."
+
+"Are you so broken up that you can't play?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"No; I still am able to grind out delicious
+music. Just now I've a record on tap that is
+really superb," said the phonograph, growing more
+cheerful.
+
+"That is too bad," remarked Ojo. "We've no
+objection to you as a machine, you know; but
+as a music-maker we hate you."
+
+"Then why was I ever invented?" demanded
+the machine, in a tone of indignant protest.
+
+They looked at one another inquiringly, but
+no one could answer such a puzzling question.
+Finally the Shaggy Man said:
+
+"I'd like to hear the phonograph play."
+
+Ojo sighed. "We've been very happy since we
+met you, sir," he said.
+
+"I know. But a little misery, at times, makes
+one appreciate happiness more. Tell me, Phony,
+what is this record like, which you say you have
+on tap?"
+
+"It's a popular song, sir. In all civilized lands
+the common people have gone wild over it."
+
+"Makes civilized folks wild folks, eh? Then
+it's dangerous."
+
+"Wild with joy, I mean," explained the
+phonograph. "Listen. This song will prove a
+rare treat to you, I know. It made the author
+rich--for an author. It is called 'My Lulu.'"
+
+Then the phonograph began to play. A strain
+of odd, jerky sounds was followed by these
+words, sung by a man through his nose with
+great vigor of expression:
+
+
+"Ah wants mah Lulu, mah coal-black Lulu;
+Ah wants mah loo-loo, loo-loo, loo-loo, Lu!
+Ah loves mah Lulu, mah coal-black Lulu,
+There ain't nobody else loves loo-loo, Lu!"
+
+
+"Here-shut that off!" cried the Shaggy Man,
+springing to his feet. "What do you mean by
+such impertinence?"
+
+"It's the latest popular song," declared the
+phonograph, speaking in a sulky tone of voice.
+
+"A popular song?"
+
+"Yes. One that the feeble-minded can remember
+the words of and those ignorant of music can
+whistle or sing. That makes a popular song
+popular, and the time is coming when it will take
+the place of all other songs."
+
+"That time won't come to us, just yet," said
+the Shaggy Man, sternly: "I'm something of a
+singer myself, and I don't intend to be throttled
+by any Lulus like your coal-black one. I shall
+take you all apart, Mr. Phony, and scatter your
+pieces far and wide over the country, as a matter
+of kindness to the people you might meet if
+allowed to run around loose. Having performed
+this painful duty I shall--"
+
+But before he could say more the phonograph
+turned and dashed up the road as fast as its four
+table-legs could carry it, and soon it had entirely
+disappeared from their view.
+
+The Shaggy Man sat down again and seemed
+well pleased. "Some one else will save me the
+trouble of scattering that phonograph," said he;
+"for it is not possible that such a music-maker
+can last long in the Land of Oz. When you are
+rested, friends, let us go on our way."
+
+During the afternoon the travelers found
+themselves in a lonely and uninhabited part of the
+country. Even the fields were no longer cultivated
+and the country began to resemble a wilderness.
+The road of yellow bricks seemed to have been
+neglected and became uneven and more difficult to
+walk upon. Scrubby under-brush grew on either side
+of the way. while huge rocks were scattered around
+in abundance.
+
+But this did not deter Ojo and his friends from
+trudging on, and they beguiled the journey with
+jokes and cheerful conversation. Toward evening
+they reached a crystal spring which gushed from a
+tall rock by the roadside and near this spring
+stood a deserted cabin. Said the Shaggy Man,
+halting here:
+
+"We may as well pass the night here, where
+there is shelter for our heads and good water to
+drink. Road beyond here is pretty bad; worst
+we shall have to travel; so let's wait until
+morning before we tackle it."
+
+They agreed to this and Ojo found some brushwood
+in the cabin and made a fire on the hearth. The
+fire delighted Scraps, who danced before it until
+Ojo warned her she might set fire to herself and
+burn up. After that the Patchwork Girl kept at a
+respectful distance from the darting flames, but
+the Woozy lay down before the fire like a big dog
+and seemed to enjoy its warmth.
+
+For supper the Shaggy Man ate one of his
+tablets, but Ojo stuck to his bread and cheese as
+the most satisfying food. He also gave a portion
+to the Woozy.
+
+When darkness came on and they sat in a circle
+on the cabin floor, facing the firelight--there
+being no furniture of any sort in the place--Ojo
+said to the Shaggy Man:
+
+"Won't you tell us a story?"
+
+"I'm not good at stories," was the reply; "but
+I sing like a bird."
+
+"Raven, or crow?" asked the Glass Cat.
+
+"Like a song bird. I'll prove it. I'll sing a song
+I composed myself. Don't tell anyone I'm a poet;
+they might want me to write a book. Don't tell
+'em I can sing, or they'd want me to make
+records for that awful phonograph. Haven't
+time to be a public benefactor, so I'll just sing
+you this little song for your own amusement."
+
+They were glad enough to be entertained,
+and listened with interest while the Shaggy Man
+chanted the following verses to a tune that was
+not unpleasant:
+
+
+"I'll sing a song of Ozland, where wondrous creatures dwell
+And fruits and flowers and shady bowers abound in every dell,
+Where magic is a science and where no one shows surprise
+If some amazing thing takes place before his very eyes.
+
+Our Ruler's a bewitching girl whom fairies love to please;
+She's always kept her magic sceptre to enforce decrees
+To make her people happy, for her heart is kind and true
+And to aid the needy and distressed is what she longs to do.
+
+And then there's Princess Dorothy, as sweet as any rose,
+A lass from Kansas, where they don't grow fairies, I Suppose;
+And there's the brainy Scarecrow, with a body stuffed with straw,
+Who utters words of wisdom rare that fill us all with awe.
+
+I'll not forget Nick Chopper, the Woodman made of Tin,
+Whose tender heart thinks killing time is quite a dreadful sin,
+Nor old Professor Woggle-Bug, who's highly magnified
+And looks so big to everyone that he is filled with pride.
+
+Jack Pumpkinhead's a dear old chum who might be called a chump,
+But won renown by riding round upon a magic Gump;
+The Sawhorse is a splendid steed and though he's made of wood
+He does as many thrilling stunts as any meat horse could.
+
+And now I'll introduce a beast that ev'ryone adores--
+The Cowardly Lion shakes with fear 'most ev'ry time he roars,
+And yet he does the bravest things that any lion might,
+Because he knows that cowardice is not considered right.
+
+There's Tik-tok-he's a clockwork man and quite a funny sight--
+He talks and walks mechanically, when he's wound up tight;
+And we've a Hungry Tiger who would babies love to eat
+But never does because we feed him other kinds of meat.
+
+It's hard to name all of the freaks this noble Land's acquired;
+'Twould make my song so very long that you would soon be tired;
+But give attention while I mention one wise Yellow Hen
+And Nine fine Tiny Piglets living in a golden pen.
+
+Just search the whole world over--sail the seas from coast to coast--
+No other nation in creation queerer folk can boast;
+And now our rare museum will include a Cat of Glass,
+A Woozy, and--last but not least--a crazy Patchwork Lass."
+
+
+
+Ojo was so pleased with this song that he
+applauded the singer by clapping his hands, and
+Scraps followed suit by clapping her padded
+fingers together. although they made no noise.
+The cat pounded on the floor with her glass
+paws--gently, so as not to break them--and the
+Woozy. which had been asleep, woke up to ask
+what the row was about.
+
+"I seldom sing in public, for fear they might
+want me to start an opera company," remarked
+the Shaggy Man, who was pleased to know his
+effort was appreciated. "Voice, just now is a
+little out of training; rusty, perhaps."
+
+"Tell me," said the Patchwork Girl earnestly,
+"do all those queer people you mention really
+live in the Land of Oz?"
+
+"Every one of 'em. I even forgot one thing:
+Dorothy's Pink Kitten."
+
+"For goodness sake!" exclaimed Bungle, sitting
+up and looking interested. "A Pink Kitten? How
+absurd! Is it glass?"
+
+"No; just ordinary kitten."
+
+"Then it can't amount to much. I have pink
+brains, and you can see 'em work."
+
+"Dorothy's kitten is all pink--brains and all--
+except blue eyes. Name's Eureka. Great favorite at
+the royal palace," said the Shaggy Man, yawning.
+
+The Glass Cat seemed annoyed.
+
+"Do you think a pink kitten--common meat--is as
+pretty as I am?" she asked.
+
+"Can't say. Tastes differ, you know," replied
+the Shaggy Man, yawning again. "But here's a
+pointer that may be of service to you: make
+friends with Eureka and you'll be solid at the
+palace."
+
+"I'm solid now; solid glass."
+
+"You don't understand," rejoined the Shaggy
+Man, sleepily. "Anyhow, make friends with the
+Pink Kitten and you'll be all right. If the Pink
+Kitten despises you, look out for breakers."
+
+"Would anyone at the royal palace break a
+Glass Cat?"
+
+"Might. You never can tell. Advise you to purr
+soft and look humble--if you can. And now I'm
+going to bed."
+
+Bungle considered the Shaggy Man's advice
+so carefully that her pink brains were busy long
+after the others of the party were fast asleep.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twelve
+
+The Giant Porcupine
+
+
+Next morning they started out bright and early to
+follow the road of yellow bricks toward the
+Emerald City. The little Munchkin boy was
+beginning to feel tired from the long walk, and he
+had a great many things to think of and consider
+besides the events of the journey. At the
+wonderful Emerald City, which he would presently
+reach, were so many strange and curious people
+that he was half afraid of meeting them and
+wondered if they would prove friendly and kind.
+Above all else, he could not drive from his mind
+the important errand on which he had come, and he
+was determined to devote every energy to finding
+the things that were necessary to prepare
+the magic recipe. He believed that until dear
+Unc Nunkie was restored to life he could feel
+no joy in anything, and often he wished that
+Unc could be with him, to see all the astonishing
+things Ojo was seeing. But alas Unc Nunkie was now
+a marble statue in the house of the Crooked
+Magician and Ojo must not falter in his efforts to
+save him.
+
+The country through which they were passing was
+still rocky and deserted, with here and there a
+bush or a tree to break the dreary landscape. Ojo
+noticed one tree, especially, because it had such
+long, silky leaves and was so beautiful in shape.
+As he approached it he studied the tree earnestly,
+wondering if any fruit grew on it or if it bore
+pretty flowers.
+
+Suddenly he became aware that he had been
+looking at that tree a long time--at least for
+five minutes--and it had remained in the same
+position, although the boy had continued to
+walk steadily on. So he stopped short. and when
+he stopped, the tree and all the landscape, as
+well as his companions, moved on before him
+and left him far behind.
+
+Ojo uttered such a cry of astonishment that
+it aroused the Shaggy Man, who also halted.
+The others then stopped, too, and walked back
+to the boy.
+
+"What's wrong?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"Why, we're not moving forward a bit, no
+matter how fast we walk," declared Ojo. "Now
+that we have stopped, we are moving backward!
+Can't you see? Just notice that rock."
+
+Scraps looked down at her feet and said:
+"The yellow bricks are not moving."
+
+"But the whole road is," answered Ojo.
+
+"True; quite true," agreed the Shaggy Man.
+"I know all about the tricks of this road, but I
+have been thinking of something else and didn't
+realize where we were."
+
+"It will carry us back to where we started
+from," predicted Ojo, beginning to be nervous.
+
+"No," replied the Shaggy Man; "it won't do
+that, for I know a trick to beat this tricky road.
+I've traveled this way before, you know. Turn
+around, all of you, and walk backward."
+
+"What good will that do?" asked the cat.
+
+"You'll find out, if you obey me," said the
+Shaggy Man.
+
+So they all turned their backs to the direction
+in which they wished to go and began walking
+backward. In an instant Ojo noticed they were
+gaining ground and as they proceeded in this
+curious way they soon passed the tree which had
+first attracted his attention to their difficulty.
+
+"How long must we keep this up, Shags?"
+asked Scraps, who was constantly tripping and
+tumbling down, only to get up again with a
+laugh at her mishap.
+
+"Just a little way farther," replied the Shaggy
+Man.
+
+A few minutes later he called to them to turn
+about quickly and step forward, and as they
+obeyed the order they found themselves treading
+solid ground.
+
+"That task is well over," observed the Shaggy
+Man. "It's a little tiresome to walk backward, but
+that is the only way to pass this part of the
+road, which has a trick of sliding back and
+carrying with it anyone who is walking upon it."
+
+With new courage and energy they now
+trudged forward and after a time came to a
+place where the road cut through a low hill,
+leaving high banks on either side of it. They
+were traveling along this cut, talking together,
+when the Shaggy Man seized Scraps with one
+arm and Ojo with another and shouted: "Stop!"
+
+"What's wrong now?" asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"See there!" answered the Shaggy Man, pointing
+with his finger.
+
+Directly in the center of the road lay a
+motionless object that bristled all over with
+sharp quills, which resembled arrows. The body was
+as big as a ten-bushel basket, but the projecting
+quills made it appear to be four times bigger.
+
+"Well, what of it?" asked Scraps.
+
+"That is Chiss, who causes a lot of trouble
+along this road," was the reply.
+
+"Chiss! What is Chiss?
+
+"I think it is merely an overgrown porcupine,
+but here in Oz they consider Chiss an evil spirit.
+He's different from a reg'lar porcupine, because
+he can throw his quills in any direction, which
+an American porcupine cannot do. That's what
+makes old Chiss so dangerous. If we get too
+near, he'll fire those quills at us and hurt us
+badly."
+
+"Then we will be foolish to get too near,
+said Scraps.
+
+"I'm not afraid," declared the Woozy. "The Chiss
+is cowardly, I'm sure, and if it ever heard my
+awful, terrible, frightful growl, it would be
+scared stiff."
+
+"Oh; can you growl?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"That is the only ferocious thing about me,"
+asserted the Woozy with evident pride. "My growl
+makes an earthquake blush and the thunder ashamed
+of itself. If I growled at that creature you call
+Chiss, it would immediately think the world had
+cracked in two and bumped against the sun and
+moon, and that would cause the monster to run as
+far and as fast as its legs could carry it."
+
+"In that case," said the Shaggy Man, "you are
+now able to do us all a great favor. Please
+growl."
+
+"But you forget," returned the Woozy; "my
+tremendous growl would also frighten you, and
+if you happen to have heart disease you might
+expire."
+
+"True; but we must take that risk," decided
+the Shaggy Man, bravely. "Being warned of
+what is to occur we must try to bear the terrific
+noise of your growl; but Chiss won't expect it,
+and it will scare him away."
+
+The Woozy hesitated.
+
+"I'm fond of you all, and I hate to shock you,"
+it said.
+
+"Never mind," said Ojo.
+
+"You may be made deaf."
+
+"If so, we will forgive you.
+
+"Very well, then," said the Woozy in a
+determined voice, and advanced a few steps toward
+the giant porcupine. Pausing to look back, it
+asked: "All ready?"
+
+"All ready!" they answered.
+
+"Then cover up your ears and brace yourselves
+firmly. Now, then--look out!"
+
+The Woozy turned toward Chiss, opened wide its
+mouth and said:
+
+"Quee-ee-ee-eek."
+
+"Go ahead and growl," said Scraps.
+
+"Why, I--I did growl!" retorted the Woozy,
+who seemed much astonished.
+
+"What, that little squeak?" she cried.
+
+"It is the most awful growl that ever was heard,
+on land or sea, in caverns or in the sky,"
+protested the Woozy. "I wonder you stood the shock
+so well. Didn't you feel the ground tremble? I
+suppose Chiss is now quite dead with fright."
+
+The Shaggy Man laughed merrily.
+
+"Poor Wooz!" said he; "your growl wouldn't
+scare a fly."
+
+The Woozy seemed to be humiliated and surprised.
+It hung its head a moment, as if in shame or
+sorrow, but then it said with renewed confidence:
+"Anyhow, my eyes can flash fire; and good fire,
+too; good enough to set fire to a fence!"
+
+"That is true," declared Scraps; "I saw it
+done myself. But your ferocious growl isn't as
+loud as the tick of a beetle--or one of Ojo's
+snores when he's fast asleep."
+
+"Perhaps," said the Woozy, humbly, "I have
+been mistaken about my growl. It has always
+sounded very fearful to me, but that may, have
+been because it was so close to my ears."
+
+"Never mind," Ojo said soothingly; "it is a
+great talent to be able to flash fire from your
+eyes. No one else can do that."
+
+As they stood hesitating what to do Chiss
+stirred and suddenly a shower of quills came
+flying toward them, almost filling the air, they
+were so many. Scraps realized in an instant that
+they had gone too near to Chiss for safety, so
+she sprang in front of Ojo and shielded him
+from the darts, which stuck their points into her
+own body until she resembled one of those
+targets they shoot arrows at in archery games.
+The Shaggy Man dropped flat on his face to
+avoid the shower, but one quill struck him in
+the leg and went far in. As for the Glass Cat,
+the quills rattled off her body without making
+even a scratch, and the skin of the Woozy was
+so thick and tough that he was not hurt at all.
+
+When the attack was over they all ran to the
+Shaggy Man, who was moaning and groaning, and
+Scraps promptly pulled the quill out of his leg.
+Then up he jumped and ran over to Chiss, putting
+his foot on the monster's neck and holding it a
+prisoner. The body of the great porcupine was now
+as smooth as leather, except for the holes where
+the quills had been, for it had shot every single
+quill in that one wicked shower.
+
+"Let me go!" it shouted angrily. "How dare
+you put your foot on Chiss?"
+
+"I'm going to do worse than that, old boy,"
+replied the Shaggy Man. "You have annoyed
+travelers on this road long enough, and now
+I shall put an end to you."
+
+"You can't!" returned Chiss. "Nothing can
+kill me, as you know perfectly well."
+
+"Perhaps that is true," said the Shaggy Man
+in a tone of disappointment. "Seems to me I've
+been told before that you can't be killed. But if
+I let you go, what will you do?"
+
+"Pick up my quills again," said Chiss in a
+sulky voice.
+
+"And then shoot them at more travelers? No;
+that won't do. You must promise me to stop
+throwing quills at people."
+
+"I won't promise anything of the sort," declared
+Chiss.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Because it is my nature to throw quills, and
+every animal must do what Nature intends it
+to do. It isn't fair for you to blame me. If it were
+wrong for me to throw quills, then I wouldn't
+be made with quills to throw. The proper thing
+for you to do is to keep out of my way.
+
+"Why, there's some sense in that argument,
+admitted the Shaggy Man, thoughtfully; "but
+people who are strangers, and don't know you
+are here, won't be able to keep out of your way."
+
+"Tell you what," said Scraps, who was trying
+to pull the quills out of her own body, "let's
+gather up all the quills and take them away with
+us; then old Chiss won't have any left to throw
+at people."
+
+"Ah, that's a clever idea. You and Ojo must
+gather up the quills while I hold Chiss a
+prisoner; for, if I let him go he will get some of
+his quills and be able to throw them again."
+
+So Scraps and Ojo picked up all the quills
+and tied them in a bundle so they might easily
+be carried. After this the Shaggy Man released
+Chiss and let him go, knowing that he was
+harmless to injure anyone.
+
+"It's the meanest trick I ever heard of,"
+muttered the porcupine gloomily. "How would you
+like it, Shaggy Man, if I took all your shags away
+from you?"
+
+"If I threw my shags and hurt people, you would
+be welcome to capture them," was the reply.
+
+Then they walked on and left Chiss standing in
+the road sullen and disconsolate. The Shaggy Man
+limped as he walked, for his wound still hurt him,
+and Scraps was much annoyed be cause the quills
+had left a number of small holes in her patches.
+
+When they came to a flat stone by the roadside
+the Shaggy Man sat down to rest, and then Ojo
+opened his basket and took out the bundle of
+charms the Crooked Magician had given him.
+
+"I am Ojo the Unlucky," he said, "or we would
+never have met that dreadful porcupine. But I will
+see if I can find anything among these charms
+which will cure your leg."
+
+Soon he discovered that one of the charms
+was labelled: "For flesh wounds," and this the
+boy separated from the others. It was only a bit
+of dried root, taken from some unknown shrub,
+but the boy rubbed it upon the wound made by
+the quill and in a few moments the place was
+healed entirely and the Shaggy Man's leg was
+as good as ever.
+
+"Rub it on the holes in my patches," suggested
+Scraps, and Ojo tried it, but without any effect.
+
+"The charm you need is a needle and thread,"
+said the Shaggy Man. "But do not worry, my
+dear; those holes do not look badly, at all."
+
+"They'll let in the air, and I don't want people
+to think I'm airy, or that I've been stuck
+up," said the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"You were certainly stuck up until we pulled
+Out those quills," observed Ojo, with a laugh.
+
+So now they went on again and coming presently
+to a pond of muddy water they tied a heavy stone
+to the bundle of quills and sunk it to the bottom
+of the pond, to avoid carrying it farther.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Thirteen
+
+Scraps and the Scarecrow
+
+
+From here on the country improved and the desert
+places began to give way to fertile spots; still
+no houses were yet to be seen near the road. There
+were some hills, with valleys between them, and on
+reaching the top of one of these hills the
+travelers found before them a high wall, running
+to the right and the left as far as their eyes
+could reach. Immediately in front of them, where
+the wall crossed the roadway, stood a gate having
+stout iron bars that extended from top to bottom.
+They found, on coming nearer, that this gate was
+locked with a great padlock, rusty through lack of
+use.
+
+"Well," said Scraps, "I guess we'll stop here."
+
+"It's a good guess," replied Ojo. "Our way is
+barred by this great wall and gate. It looks as if
+no one had passed through in many years.
+
+"Looks are deceiving," declared the Shaggy Man,
+laughing at their disappointed faces, "and this
+barrier is the most deceiving thing in all Oz."
+
+"It prevents our going any farther, anyhow,"
+said Scraps. "There is no one to mind the gate
+and let people through, and we've no key to
+the padlock."
+
+"True," replied Ojo, going a little nearer to
+peep through the bars of the gate. "What shall we
+do, Shaggy Man? If we had wings we might fly over
+the wall, but we cannot climb it and unless we get
+to the Emerald City I won't be able to find the
+things to restore Unc Nunkie to life."
+
+"All very true," answered the Shaggy Man,
+quietly; "but I know this gate, having passed
+through it many times."
+
+"How?" they all eagerly inquired.
+
+"I'll show you how," said he. He stood Ojo
+in the middle of the road and placed Scraps
+just behind him, with her padded hands on his
+shoulders. After the Patchwork Girl came the
+Woozy, who held a part of her skirt in his
+mouth. 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 but-
+tons, 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. It is quite real
+while you have your eyes open, but if you are
+not looking at it the barrier doesn't exist at all.
+It's the same way with many other evils in life;
+they seem to exist, and yet it's all seeming and
+not true. You will notice that the wall--or what
+we thought was a wall--separates the Munchkin
+Country from the green country that surrounds
+the Emerald City, which lies exactly in the
+center of Oz. There are two roads of yellow
+bricks through the Munchkin Country, but the
+one we followed is the best of the two. Dorothy
+once traveled the other way, and met with more
+dangers than we did. But all our troubles are
+over for the present, as another day's journey
+will bring us to the great Emerald City."
+
+They were delighted to know this, and proceeded
+with new courage. In a couple of hours they
+stopped at a farmhouse, where the people were very
+hospitable and invited them to dinner. The farm
+folk regarded Scraps with much curiosity but no
+great astonishment, for they were accustomed to
+seeing extraordinary people in the Land of Oz.
+
+The woman of this house got her needle and
+thread and sewed up the holes made by the
+porcupine quills in the Patchwork Girl's body,
+after which Scraps was assured she looked as
+beautiful as ever.
+
+"You ought to have a hat to wear," remarked
+the woman, "for that would keep the sun from
+fading the colors of your face. I have some
+patches and scraps put away, and if you will
+wait two or three days I'll make you a lovely
+hat that will match the rest of you."
+
+"Never mind the hat," said Scraps, shaking
+her yarn braids; "it's a kind offer, but we can't
+stop. I can't see that my colors have faded a
+particle, as yet; can you?"
+
+"Not much," replied the woman. "You are still
+very gorgeous, in spite of your long journey."
+
+The children of the house wanted to keep the
+Class Cat to play with, so Bungle was offered
+a good home if she would remain; but the cat
+was too much interested in Ojo's adventures and
+refused to stop.
+
+"Children are rough playmates," she remarked to
+the Shaggy Man, "and although this home is more
+pleasant than that of the Crooked Magician I fear
+I would soon be smashed to pieces by the boys and
+girls."
+
+After they had rested themselves they renewed
+their journey, finding the road now smooth and
+pleasant to walk upon and the country growing more
+beautiful the nearer they drew to the Emerald
+City.
+
+By and by Ojo began to walk on the green
+grass, looking carefully around him.
+
+"What are you trying to find?" asked Scraps.
+
+"A six-leaved clover," said he.
+
+"Don't do that!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man,
+earnestly. "It's against the Law to pick a six-
+leaved clover. You must wait until you get Ozma's
+consent."
+
+"She wouldn't know it," declared the boy.
+
+"Ozma knows many things," said the Shaggy Man.
+"In her room is a Magic Picture that shows any
+scene in the Land of Oz where strangers or
+travelers happen to be. She may be watching the
+picture of us even now, and noticing everything
+that we do."
+
+"Does she always watch the Magic Picture?"
+asked Ojo.
+
+"Not always, for she has many other things
+to do; but, as I said, she may be watching us
+this very minute."
+
+"I don't care," said Ojo, in an obstinate tone
+of voice; "Ozma's only a girl."
+
+The Shaggy Man looked at him in surprise.
+
+"You ought to care for Ozma," said he, "if you
+expect to save your uncle. For, if you displease
+our powerful Ruler, your journey will surely prove
+a failure; whereas, if you make a friend of Ozma,
+she will gladly assist you. As for her being a
+girl, that is another reason why you should obey
+her laws, if you are courteous and polite.
+Everyone in Oz loves Ozma and hates her enemies,
+for she is as just as she is powerful."
+
+Ojo sulked a while, but finally returned to the
+road and kept away from the green clover. The
+boy was moody and bad tempered for an hour
+or two afterward, because he could really see
+no harm in picking a six-leaved clover, if he
+found one, and in spite of what the Shaggy
+Man had said he considered Ozma's law to be
+unjust.
+
+They presently came to a beautiful grove of tall
+and stately trees, through which the road wound in
+sharp curves--first one way and then another. As
+they were walking through this grove they heard
+some one in the distance singing, and the sounds
+grew nearer and nearer until they could
+distinguish the words, although the bend in the
+road still hid the singer. The song was something
+like this:
+
+
+"Here's to the hale old bale of straw
+That's cut from the waving grain,
+The sweetest sight man ever saw
+In forest, dell or plain.
+It fills me with a crunkling joy
+A straw-stack to behold,
+For then I pad this lucky boy
+With strands of yellow gold."
+
+
+"Ah!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man; "here comes my
+friend the Scarecrow.
+
+"What, a live Scarecrow?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Yes; the one I told you of. He's a splendid
+fellow, and very intelligent. You'll like him,
+I'm sure.
+
+Just then the famous Scarecrow of Oz came
+around the bend in the road, riding astride a
+wooden Sawhorse which was so small that its
+rider's legs nearly touched the ground.
+
+The Scarecrow wore the blue dress of the
+Munchkins, in which country he was made,
+and on his head was set a peaked hat with a flat
+brim trimmed with tinkling bells. A rope was
+tied around his waist to hold him in shape. for
+he was stuffed with straw in every part of him
+except the top of his head, where at one time
+the Wizard of Oz had placed sawdust, mixed
+with needles and pins, to sharpen his wits. The
+head itself was merely a bag of cloth, fastened
+to the body at the neck, and on the front of this
+bag was painted the face--ears, eyes, nose and
+mouth.
+
+The Scarecrow's face was very interesting, for
+it bore a comical and yet winning expression,
+although one eye was a bit larger than the other
+and ears were not mates. The Munchkin farmer who
+had made the Scarecrow had neglected to sew him
+together with close stitches and therefore some of
+the straw with which he was stuffed was inclined
+to stick out between the seams. His hands
+consisted of padded white gloves, with the fingers
+long and rather limp, and on his feet he wore
+Munchkin boots of blue leather with broad turns at
+the tops of them.
+
+The Sawhorse was almost as curious as its rider.
+It had been rudely made, in the beginning, to saw
+logs upon, so that its body was a short length of
+a log, and its legs were stout branches fitted
+into four holes made in the body. The tail was
+formed by a small branch that had been left on the
+log, while the head was a gnarled bump on one end
+of the body. Two knots of wood formed the eyes,
+and the mouth was a gash chopped in the log. When
+the Sawhorse first came to life it had no ears at
+all, and so could not hear; but the boy who then
+owned him had whittled two ears out of bark and
+stuck them in the head, after which the Sawhorse
+heard very distinctly.
+
+This queer wooden horse was a great favorite
+with Princess Ozma, who had caused the bottoms of
+its legs to be shod with plates of gold, so the
+wood would not wear away. Its saddle was made of
+cloth-of-gold richly encrusted with precious gems.
+It had never worn a bridle.
+
+As the Scarecrow came in sight of the party of
+travelers, he reined in his wooden steed and
+dismounted, greeting the Shaggy Man with a smiling
+nod. Then he turned to stare at the Patchwork Girl
+in wonder, while she in turn stared at him.
+
+"Shags," he whispered, drawing the Shaggy Man
+aside, "pat me into shape, there's a good fellow!"
+
+While his friend punched and patted the
+Scarecrow's body, to smooth out the humps, Scraps
+turned to Ojo and whispered: "Roll me out, please;
+I've sagged down dreadfully from walking so much
+and men like to see a stately figure."
+
+She then fell upon the ground and the boy rolled
+her back and forth like a rolling-pin, until the
+cotton had filled all the spaces in her patchwork
+covering and the body had lengthened to its
+fullest extent. Scraps and the Scarecrow both
+finished their hasty toilets at the same time, and
+again they faced each other.
+
+"Allow me, Miss Patchwork," said the Shaggy Man,
+"to present my friend, the Right Royal Scarecrow
+of Oz. Scarecrow, this is Miss Scraps Patches;
+Scraps, this is the Scarecrow. Scarecrow--Scraps;
+Scraps--Scarecrow."
+
+They both bowed with much dignity.
+
+"Forgive me for staring so rudely," said the
+Scarecrow, "but you are the most beautiful sight
+my eyes have ever beheld."
+
+"That is a high compliment from one who is
+himself so beautiful," murmured Scraps, casting
+down her suspender-button eyes by lowering her
+head. "But, tell me, good sir, are you not a
+trifle lumpy?"
+
+"Yes, of course; that's my straw, you know.
+It bunches up, sometimes, in spite of all my
+efforts to keep it even. Doesn't your straw ever
+bunch?"
+
+"Oh, I'm stuffed with cotton," said Scraps.
+"It never bunches, but it's inclined to pack down
+and make me sag."
+
+"But cotton is a high-grade stuffing. I may say
+it is even more stylish, not to say aristocratic,
+than straw," said the Scarecrow politely. "Still,
+it is but proper that one so entrancingly lovely
+should have the best stuffing there is going. I--
+er--I'm so glad I've met you, Miss Scraps!
+Introduce us again, Shaggy."
+
+"Once is enough," replied the Shaggy Man,
+laughing at his friend's enthusiasm.
+
+"Then tell me where you found her, and--Dear me,
+what a queer cat! What are you made of--gelatine?"
+
+"Pure glass," answered the cat, proud to have
+attracted the Scarecrow's attention. "I am much
+more beautiful than the Patchwork Girl. I'm
+transparent, and Scraps isn't; I've pink brains--
+you can see 'em work; and I've a ruby heart,
+finely polished, while Scraps hasn't any heart at
+all."
+
+"No more have I," said the Scarecrow, shaking
+hands with Scraps, as if to congratulate her on
+the fact. "I've a friend, the Tin Woodman, who has
+a heart, but I find I get along pretty well
+without one. And so--Well, well! here's a little
+Munchkin boy, too. Shake hands, my little man. How
+are you?"
+
+Ojo placed his hand in the flabby stuffed glove
+that served the Scarecrow for a hand, and the
+Scarecrow pressed it so cordially that the straw
+in his glove crackled.
+
+Meantime, the Woozy had approached the Sawhorse
+and begun to sniff at it. The Sawhorse resented
+this familiarity and with a sudden kick pounded
+the Woozy squarely on its Lead with one gold-shod
+foot.
+
+"Take that, you monster!" it cried angrily.
+
+The Woozy never even winked.
+
+"To be sure," he said; "I'll take anything I
+have to. But don't make me angry, you wooden
+beast, or my eyes will flash fire and burn you
+up."
+
+The Sawhorse rolled its knot eyes wickedly
+and kicked again, but the Woozy trotted away
+and said to the Scarecrow:
+
+"What a sweet disposition that creature has!
+I advise you to chop it up for kindling-wood
+and use me to ride upon. My back is flat and
+you can't fall off."
+
+"I think the trouble is that you haven't been
+properly introduced," said the Scarecrow,
+regarding the Woozy with much wonder, for he had
+never seen such a queer animal before.
+
+"The Sawhorse is the favorite steed of Princess
+Ozma, the Ruler of the Land of Oz, and he lives in
+a stable decorated with pearls and emeralds, at
+the rear of the royal palace. He is swift as the
+wind, untiring, and is kind to his friends. All
+the people of Oz respect the Sawhorse highly, and
+when I visit Ozma she sometimes allows me to ride
+him--as I am doing to-day. Now you know what an
+important personage the Sawhorse is, and if some
+one--perhaps your-self--will tell me your name,
+your rank and station, and your history, it will
+give me pleasure to relate them to the Sawhorse.
+This will lead to mutual respect and friendship."
+
+The Woozy was somewhat abashed by this speech
+and did not know how to reply. But Ojo said:
+
+"This square beast is called the Woozy, and he
+isn't of much importance except that he has three
+hairs growing on the tip of his tail."
+
+The Scarecrow looked and saw that this was true.
+
+"But," said he, in a puzzled way, "what makes
+those three hairs important? The Shaggy Man has
+thousands of hairs, but no one has ever accused
+him of being important."
+
+So Ojo related the sad story of Unc Nunkie's
+transformation into a marble statue, and told how
+he had set out to find the things the Crooked
+Magician wanted, in order to make a charm that
+would restore his uncle to life. One of the
+requirements was three hairs from a Woozy's tail,
+but not being able to pull out the hairs they had
+been obliged to take the Woozy with them.
+
+The Scarecrow looked grave as he listened and he
+shook his head several times, as if in
+disapproval.
+
+"We must see Ozma about this matter," he
+said. "That Crooked Magician is breaking the
+Law by practicing magic without a license, and
+I'm not sure Ozma will allow him to restore your
+uncle to life."
+
+"Already I have warned the boy of that,"
+declared the Shaggy Man.
+
+At this Ojo began to cry. "I want my Unc
+Nunkie!" he exclaimed. "I know how he can be
+restored to life, and I'm going to do it--Ozma or
+no Ozma! What right has this girl Ruler to keep my
+Unc Nunkie a statue forever?"
+
+"Don't worry about that just now," advised
+the Scarecrow. "Go on to the Emerald City,
+and when you reach it have the Shaggy Man
+take you to see Dorothy. Tell her your story and
+I'm sure she will help you. Dorothy is Ozma's
+best friend, and if you can win her to your side
+your uncle is pretty safe to live again." Then he
+turned to the Woozy and said: "I'm afraid you
+are not important enough to be introduced to
+the Sawhorse, after all."
+
+"I'm a better beast than he is," retorted the
+Woozy, indignantly. "My eyes can flash fire, and
+his can't."
+
+"Is this true?" inquired the Scarecrow, turning
+to the Munchkin boy.
+
+"Yes," said Ojo, and told how the Woozy had
+set fire to the fence.
+
+"Have you any other accomplishments?"
+asked the Scarecrow.
+
+"I have a most terrible growl--that is,
+sometimes," said the Woozy, as Scraps laughed
+merrily and the Shaggy Man smiled. But the Patch-
+work Girl's laugh made the Scarecrow forget all
+about the Woozy. He said to her:
+
+"What an admirable young lady you are, and
+what jolly good company! We must be better
+acquainted, for never before have I met a girl
+with such exquisite coloring or such natural,
+artless manners."
+
+"No wonder they call you the Wise Scarecrow,"
+replied Scraps.
+
+"When you arrive at the Emerald City I will see
+you again," continued the Scarecrow. "Just now I
+am going to call upon an old friend--an ordinary
+young lady named Jinjur--who has Promised to
+repaint my left ear for me. You may have noticed
+that the paint on my left ear has peeled off and
+faded, which affects my hearing on that side.
+Jinjur always fixes me up when I get weather-
+worn."
+
+"When do you expect to return to the Emerald
+City?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"I'll be there this evening, for I'm anxious
+to have a long talk with Miss Scraps. How is it,
+Sawhorse; are you equal to a swift run?"
+
+"Anything that suits you suits me," returned
+the wooden horse.
+
+So the Scarecrow mounted to the jeweled
+saddle and waved his hat, when the Sawhorse
+darted away so swiftly that they were out of
+sight in an instant.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Fourteen
+
+Ojo Breaks the Law
+
+
+"What a queer man," remarked the Munchkin boy,
+when the party had resumed its journey.
+
+"And so nice and polite," added Scraps, bobbing
+her Lead. "I think he is the handsomest man I've
+seen since I came to life."
+
+"Handsome is as handsome does," quoted the
+Shaggy Man; "but we must admit that no living
+scarecrow is handsomer. The chief merit of my
+friend is that he is a great thinker, and in Oz it
+is considered good policy to follow his advice."
+
+"I didn't notice any brains in his head,"
+observed the Glass Cat.
+
+"You can't see 'em work, but they're there, all
+right," declared the Shaggy Man. "I hadn't much
+confidence in his brains myself, when first I came
+to Oz, for a humbug Wizard gave them to him; but I
+was soon convinced that the Scarecrow is really
+wise; and, unless his brains make him so, such
+wisdom is unaccountable."
+
+"Is the Wizard of Oz a humbug?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Not now. He was once, but he has reformed
+and now assists Glinda the Good, who is the
+Royal Sorceress of Oz and the only one licensed
+to practice magic or sorcery. Glinda has taught
+our old Wizard a good many clever things, so
+he is no longer a humbug."
+
+They walked a little while in silence and
+then Ojo said:
+
+"If Ozma forbids the Crooked Magician to
+restore Unc Nunkie to life, what shall I do?"
+
+The Shaggy Man shook his head.
+
+"In that case you can't do anything," he said.
+"But don't be discouraged yet. We will go to
+Princess Dorothy and tell her your troubles, and
+then we will let her talk to Ozma. Dorothy has the
+kindest little heart in the world, and she has
+been through so many troubles herself that she is
+sure to sympathize with you."
+
+"Is Dorothy the little girl who came here from
+Kansas?" asked the boy.
+
+"Yes. In Kansas she was Dorothy Gale. I used to
+know her there, and she brought me to the Land of
+Oz. But now Ozma has made her a Princess, and
+Dorothy's Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are here, too."
+Here the Shaggy Man uttered a long sigh, and then
+he continued: "It's a queer country, this Land of
+Oz; but I like it, nevertheless."
+
+"What is queer about it?" asked Scraps.
+
+"You, for instance," said he.
+
+"Did you see no girls as beautiful as I am in
+your own country?" she inquired.
+
+"None with the same gorgeous, variegated
+beauty," he confessed. "In America a girl stuffed
+with cotton wouldn't be alive, nor would anyone
+think of making a girl out of a patchwork quilt."
+
+"What a queer country America must be!" she
+exclaimed in great surprise. "The Scarecrow, whom
+you say is wise, told me I am the most beautiful
+creature he has ever seen."
+
+"I know; and perhaps you are-from a scarecrow
+point of view," replied the Shaggy Man; but why he
+smiled as he said it Scraps could not imagine.
+
+As they drew nearer to the Emerald City the
+travelers were filled with admiration for the
+splendid scenery they beheld. Handsome houses
+stood on both sides of the road and each had a
+green lawn before it as well as a pretty flower
+garden.
+
+"In another hour," said the Shaggy Man, "we
+shall come in sight of the walls of the Royal
+City."
+
+He was walking ahead, with Scraps, and behind
+them came the Woozy and the Glass Cat. Ojo had
+lagged behind, for in spite of the warnings he
+had received the boy's eyes were fastened on the
+clover that bordered the road of yellow bricks and
+he was eager to discover if such a thing as a
+six-leaved clover really existed.
+
+Suddenly he stopped short and bent over to
+examine the ground more closely. Yes; here at last
+was a clover with six spreading leaves. He counted
+them carefully, to make sure. In an instant his
+heart leaped with joy, for this was one of the
+important things he had come for--one of the
+things that would restore dear Unc Nunkie to life.
+
+He glanced ahead and saw that none of his
+companions was looking back. Neither were any
+other people about, for it was midway between
+two houses. The temptation was too strong to
+be resisted.
+
+"I might search for weeks and weeks, and
+never find another six-leaved clover," he told
+himself, and quickly plucking the stem from the
+plant he placed the prized clover in his basket,
+covering it with the other things he carried
+there. Then, trying to look as if nothing had
+happened, he hurried forward and overtook his
+comrades.
+
+The Emerald City, which is the most splendid as
+well as the most beautiful city in any fairyland,
+is surrounded by a high, thick wall of green
+marble, polished smooth and set with glistening
+emeralds. There are four gates, one facing the
+Munchkin Country, one facing the Country of the
+Winkies, one facing the Country of the Quadlings
+and one facing the Country of the Gillikins. The
+Emerald City lies directly in the center of these
+four important countries of Oz. The gates had bars
+of pure gold, and on either side of each gateway
+were built high towers, from which floated gay
+banners. Other towers were set at distances along
+the walls, which were broad enough for four people
+to walk abreast upon.
+
+This enclosure, all green and gold and
+glittering with precious gems, was indeed a
+wonderful sight to greet our travelers, who first
+observed it from the top of a little hill; but
+beyond the wall was the vast city it surrounded,
+and hundreds of jeweled spires, domes and
+minarets, flaunting flags and banners, reared
+their crests far above the towers of the gateways.
+In the center of the city our friends could see
+the tops of many magnificent trees, some nearly as
+tall as the spires of the buildings, and the
+Shaggy Man told them that these trees were in the
+royal gardens of Princess Ozma.
+
+They stood a long time on the hilltop, feasting
+their eyes on the splendor of the Emerald City.
+
+"Whee!" exclaimed Scraps, clasping her padded
+hands in ecstacy, "that'll do for me to live in,
+all right. No more of the Munchkin Country for
+these patches--and no more of the Crooked
+Magician!"
+
+"Why, you belong to Dr. Pipt," replied Ojo,
+looking at her in amazement. "You were made for a
+servant, Scraps, so you are personal property and
+not your own mistress."
+
+"Bother Dr. Pipt! If he wants me, let him
+come here and get me. I'll not go back to his
+den of my own accord; that's certain. Only one
+place in the Land of Oz is fit to live in, and
+that's the Emerald City. It's lovely! It's almost
+as beautiful as I am, Ojo."
+
+"In this country," remarked the Shaggy Man,
+"people live wherever our Ruler tells them to. It
+wouldn't do to have everyone live in the Emerald
+City, you know, for some must plow the land and
+raise grains and fruits and vegetables, while
+others chop wood in the forests, or fish in the
+rivers, or herd the sheep and the cattle."
+
+"Poor things!" said Scraps.
+
+"I'm not sure they are not happier than the city
+people," replied the Shaggy Man. "There's a
+freedom and independence in country life that not
+even the Emerald City can give one. I know that
+lots of the city people would like to get back to
+the land. The Scarecrow lives in the country, and
+so do the Tin Woodman and Jack Pumpkinhead; yet
+all three would be welcome to live in Ozma's
+palace if they cared to. Too much splendor becomes
+tiresome, you know. But, if we're to reach the
+Emerald City before sundown, we must hurry, for it
+is yet a long way off."
+
+The entrancing sight of the city had put new
+energy into them all and they hurried forward
+with lighter steps than before. There was much
+to interest them along the roadway, for the
+houses were now set more closely together and
+they met a good many people who were coming
+or going from one place or another. All these
+seemed  happy-faced,  pleasant  people,  who
+nodded graciously to the strangers as they
+Passed, and exchanged words of greeting.
+
+At last they reached the great gateway, just
+as the sun was setting and adding its red glow
+to the glitter of the emeralds on the green walls
+and spires. Somewhere inside the city a band
+could be heard playing sweet music; a soft,
+subdued hum, as of many voices, reached their
+ears; from the neighboring yards came the low
+mooing of cows waiting to be milked.
+
+They were almost at the gate when the golden
+bars slid back and a tall soldier stepped out and
+faced them. Ojo thought he had never seen so
+tall a man before. The soldier wore a handsome
+green and gold uniform, with a tall hat in which
+was a waving plume, and he had a belt thickly
+encrusted with jewels. But the most peculiar
+thing about him was his long green beard,
+which fell far below his waist and perhaps
+made him seem taller than he really was.
+
+"Halt!" said the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers, not in a stern voice but rather in a
+friendly tone.
+
+They halted before he spoke and stood looking at
+him.
+
+"Good evening, Colonel," said the Shaggy
+Man. "What's the news since I left? Anything
+important?"
+
+"Billina has hatched out thirteen new chickens,"
+replied the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, "and
+they're the cutest little fluffy yellow balls you
+ever saw. The Yellow Hen is mighty proud of those
+children, I can tell you."
+
+"She has a right to be," agreed the Shaggy
+Man. "Let me see; that's about seven thousand
+chicks she has hatched out; isn't it, General?"
+
+"That, at least," was the reply. "You will have
+to visit Billina and congratulate her."
+
+"It will give me pleasure to do that," said the
+Shaggy Man. "But you will observe that I have
+brought some strangers home with me. I am
+going to take them to see Dorothy."
+
+"One moment, please," said the soldier, barring
+their way as they started to enter the gate. "I am
+on duty, and I have orders to execute. Is anyone
+in your party named Ojo the Unlucky?"
+
+"Why, that's me!" cried Ojo, astonished at
+hearing his name on the lips of a stranger.
+
+The Soldier with the Green Whiskers nodded. "I
+thought so," said he, "and I am sorry to announce
+that it is my painful duty to arrest you."
+
+"Arrest me!" exclaimed the boy. "What for?"
+
+"I haven't looked to see," answered the soldier.
+Then he drew a paper from his breast pocket and
+glanced at it. "Oh, yes; you are to be arrested
+for willfully breaking one of the Laws of Oz."
+
+"Breaking a law!" said Scraps. "Nonsense,
+Soldier; you're joking."
+
+"Not this time," returned the soldier, with a
+sigh. "My dear child what are you, a rummage sale
+or a guess-me quick?--in me you be hold the Body
+Guard of our gracious Ruler, Princess Ozma, as
+well as the Royal Army of Oz and the Police Force
+of the Emerald City."
+
+"And only one man!" exclaimed the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Only one, and plenty enough. In my official
+positions I've had nothing to do for a good many
+years--so long that I began to fear I was
+absolutely useless--until today. An hour ago I was
+called to the presence of her Highness, Ozma of
+Oz, and told to arrest a boy named Ojo the
+Unlucky, who was journeying from the Munchkin
+Country to the Emerald City and would arrive in a
+short time. This command so astonished me that I
+nearly fainted, for it is the first time anyone
+has merited arrest since I can remember. You are
+rightly named Ojo the Unlucky. my poor boy, since
+you have broken a Law of Oz.
+
+"But you are wrong," said Scraps. "Ozma is
+wrong--you are all wrong--for Ojo has broken no
+Law."
+
+"Then he will soon be free again," replied the
+Soldier with the Green Whiskers. "Anyone accused
+of crime is given a fair trial by our Ruler and
+has every chance to prove his innocence. But just
+now Ozma's orders must be obeyed."
+
+With this he took from his pocket a pair of
+handcuffs made of gold and set with rubies and
+diamonds, and these he snapped over Ojo's wrists.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Fifteen
+
+Ozma's Prisoner
+
+
+The boy was so bewildered by this calamity that he
+made no resistance at all. He knew very well he
+was guilty, but it surprised him that Ozma also
+knew it. He wondered how she had found out so soon
+that he had picked the six-leaved clover. He
+handed his basket to Scraps and said:
+
+"Keep that, until I get out of prison. If I
+never get out, take it to the Crooked Magician, to
+whom it belongs."
+
+The Shaggy Man had been gazing earnestly in the
+boy's face, uncertain whether to defend him or
+not; but something he read in Ojo's expression
+made him draw back and refuse to interfere to save
+him. The Shaggy Man was greatly surprised and
+grieved, but he knew that Ozma never made mistakes
+and so Ojo must really have broken the Law of Oz.
+
+The Soldier with the Green Whiskers now led them
+all through the gate and into a little room built
+in the wall. Here sat a jolly little man, richly
+dressed in green and having around his neck a
+heavy gold chain to which a number of great golden
+keys were attached. This was the Guardian of the
+Gate and at the moment they entered his room he
+was playing a tune upon a mouth-organ.
+
+"Listen!" he said, holding up his hand for
+silence. "I've just composed a tune called 'The
+Speckled Alligator.' It's in patch-time, which is
+much superior to rag-time, and I've composed it in
+honor of the Patchwork Girl, who has just
+arrived."
+
+"How did you know I had arrived?" asked Scraps,
+much interested.
+
+"It's my business to know who's coming, for I'm
+the Guardian of the Gate. Keep quiet while I play
+you 'The Speckled Alligator.'"
+
+It wasn't a very bad tune, nor a very good one,
+but all listened respectfully while he shut his
+eyes and swayed his head from side to side and
+blew the notes from the little instrument. When it
+was all over the Soldier with the Green Whiskers
+said:
+
+"Guardian, I have here a prisoner."
+
+"Good gracious! A prisoner?" cried the little
+man, jumping up from his chair. "Which one? Not
+the Shaggy Man?"
+
+"No; this boy."
+
+"Ah; I hope his fault is as small as himself,"
+said the Guardian of the Gate. "But what can he
+have done, and what made him do it?"
+
+"Can't say," replied the soldier. "All I know
+is that he has broken the Law."
+
+"But no one ever does that!"
+
+"Then he must be innocent, and soon will be
+released. I hope you are right, Guardian. Just now
+I am ordered to take him to prison. Get me a
+prisoner's robe from your Official Wardrobe."
+
+The Guardian unlocked a closet and took
+from it a white robe, which the soldier threw
+over Ojo. It covered him from head to foot, but
+had two holes just in front of his eyes, so he
+could see where to go. In this attire the boy
+presented a very quaint appearance.
+
+As the Guardian unlocked a gate leading
+from his room into the streets of the Emerald
+City, the Shaggy Man said to Scraps:
+
+"I think I shall take you directly to Dorothy,
+as the Scarecrow advised, and the Glass Cat
+and the Woozy may come with us. Ojo must
+go to prison with the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers, but he will he well treated and you
+need not worry about him."
+
+"What will they do with him?" asked Scraps.
+
+"That I cannot tell. Since I came to the Land of
+Oz no one has ever been arrested or imprisoned--
+until Ojo broke the Law."
+
+"Seems to me that girl Ruler of yours is making
+a big fuss over nothing," remarked Scraps, tossing
+her yarn hair out of her eyes with a jerk of her
+patched head. "I don't know what Ojo has done, but
+it couldn't be anything very, bad, for you and I
+were with him all the time."
+
+The Shaggy Man made no reply to this speech and
+presently the Patchwork Girl forgot all about Ojo
+in her admiration of the wonderful city she had
+entered.
+
+They soon separated from the Munchkin boy, who
+was led by the Soldier with the Green Whiskers
+down a side street toward the prison. Ojo felt
+very miserable and greatly ashamed of himself, but
+he was beginning to grow angry because he was
+treated in such a disgraceful manner. Instead of
+entering the splendid Emerald City as a
+respectable traveler who was entitled to a
+welcome and to hospitality, he was being brought
+in as a criminal, handcuffed and in a robe that
+told all he met of his deep disgrace.
+
+Ojo was by nature gentle and affectionate and if
+he had disobeyed the Law of Oz it was to restore
+his dear Unc Nunkie to life. His fault was more
+thoughtless than wicked, but that did not alter
+the fact that he had committed a fault. At first
+he had felt sorrow and remorse, but the more he
+thought about the unjust treatment he had
+received--unjust merely because he considered it
+so--the more he resented his arrest, blaming Ozma
+for making foolish laws and then punishing folks
+who broke them. Only a six-leaved clover! A tiny
+green plant growing neglected and trampled under
+foot. What harm could there be in picking it? Ojo
+began to think Ozma must be a very bad and
+oppressive Ruler for such a lovely fairyland as
+Oz. The Shaggy Man said the people loved her; but
+how could they?
+
+The little Munchkin boy was so busy thinking
+these things--which many guilty prisoners have
+thought before him--that he scarcely noticed all
+the splendor of the city streets through which
+they passed. Whenever they met any of the happy,
+smiling people, the boy turned his head away in
+shame, although none knew who was beneath the
+robe.
+
+By and by they reached a house built just beside
+the great city wall, but in a quiet, retired
+place. It was a pretty house, neatly painted and
+with many windows. Before it was a garden filled
+with blooming flowers. The Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers led Ojo up the gravel path to the front
+door, on which he knocked.
+
+A woman opened the door and, seeing Ojo
+in his white robe, exclaimed:
+
+"Goodness me! A prisoner at last. But what a
+small one, Soldier."
+
+"The size doesn't matter, Tollydiggle, my
+dear. The fact remains that he is a prisoner,"
+said the soldier. "And, this being the prison,
+and you the jailer, it is my duty to place the
+prisoner in your charge."
+
+"True. Come in, then, and I'll give you a
+receipt for him."
+
+They entered the house and passed through a hall
+to a large circular room, where the woman pulled
+the robe off from Ojo and looked at him with
+kindly interest. The boy, on his part, was gazing
+around him in amazement, for never had he dreamed
+of such a magnificent apartment as this in which
+he stood. The roof of the dome was of colored
+glass, worked into beautiful designs. The walls
+were paneled with plates of
+
+gold decorated with gems of great size and many
+colors, and upon the tiled floor were soft rags
+delightful to walk upon. The furniture was framed
+in gold and upholstered in satin brocade and it
+consisted of easy chairs, divans and stools in
+great variety. Also there were several tables with
+mirror tops and cabinets filled with rare and
+curious things. In one place a case filled with
+books stood against the wall, and elsewhere Ojo
+saw a cupboard containing all sorts of games.
+
+"May I stay here a little while before I go to
+prison?" asked the boy, pleadingly.
+
+"Why, this is your prison," replied Tollydiggle,
+"and in me behold your jailor. Take off those
+handcuffs, Soldier, for it is impossible for
+anyone to escape from this house."
+
+"I know that very well," replied the soldier and
+at once unlocked the handcuffs and released the
+prisoner.
+
+The woman touched a button on the wall and
+lighted a big chandelier that hung suspended from
+the ceiling, for it was growing dark outside. Then
+she seated herself at a desk and asked:
+
+"What name?"
+
+"Ojo the Unlucky," answered the Soldier
+with the Green Whiskers.
+
+"Unlucky? Ah, that accounts for it," said she.
+"What crime?"
+
+"Breaking a Law of Oz."
+
+"All right. There's your receipt, Soldier; and
+now I'm responsible for the prisoner. I'm glad
+of it, for this is the first time I've ever had
+anything to do, in my official capacity," remarked
+the jailer, in a pleased tone.
+
+"It's the same with me, Tollydiggle," laughed
+the soldier. "But my task is finished and I must
+go and report to Ozma that I've done my duty
+like a faithful Police Force, a loyal Army and
+an honest Body-Guard--as I hope I am."
+
+Saying this, be nodded farewell to Tollydiggle
+and Ojo and went away.
+
+"Now, then," said the woman briskly, "I must get
+you some supper, for you are doubtless hungry.
+What would you prefer: planked whitefish, omelet
+with jelly or mutton-chops with gravy?"
+
+Ojo thought about it. Then he said: "I'll take
+the chops, if you please."
+
+"Very well; amuse yourself while I'm gone;
+I won't be long," and then she went out by a
+door and left the prisoner alone.
+
+Ojo was much astonished, for not only was this
+unlike any prison he had ever heard of, but he was
+being treated more as a guest than a criminal.
+There were many windows and they bad no locks.
+There were three doors to the room and none were
+bolted. He cautiously opened one of the doors and
+found it led into a hallway. But he had no
+intention of trying to escape. If his jailor was
+willing to trust him in this way he would not
+betray her trust, and moreover a hot supper was
+being prepared for him and his prison was very
+pleasant and comfortable. So he took a book from
+the case and sat down in a big chair to look at
+the pictures.
+
+This amused him until the woman came in with a
+large tray and spread a cloth on one of the
+tables. Then she arranged his supper, which proved
+the most varied and delicious meal Ojo had ever
+eaten in his life.
+
+Tollydiggle sat near him while he ate, sewing
+on some fancy work she held in her lap. When
+he had finished she cleared the table and then
+read to him a story from one of the books.
+
+"Is this really a prison?" he asked, when she
+had finished reading.
+
+"Indeed it is," she replied. "It is the only
+prison in the Land of Oz."
+
+"And am I a prisoner?"
+
+"Bless the child! Of course."
+
+"Then why is the prison so fine, and why
+are you so kind to me?" he earnestly asked.
+
+Tollydiggle seemed surprised by the question,
+but she presently answered:
+
+"We consider a prisoner unfortunate. He is
+unfortunate in two ways--because he has done
+something wrong and because he is deprived of his
+liberty. Therefore we should treat him kindly,
+because of his misfortune, for otherwise he would
+become hard and bitter and would not be sorry he
+had done wrong. Ozma thinks that one who has
+committed a fault did so because he was not strong
+and brave; therefore she puts him in prison to
+make him strong and brave. When that is
+accomplished he is no longer a prisoner, but a
+good and loyal citizen and everyone is glad that
+he is now strong enough to resist doing wrong. You
+see, it is kindness that makes one strong and
+brave; and so we are kind to our prisoners."
+
+Ojo thought this over very carefully. "I had
+an idea," said he, "that prisoners were always
+treated harshly, to punish them."
+
+"That would be dreadful!" cried Tollydiggle.
+"Isn't one punished enough in knowing he has
+done wrong? Don't you wish, Ojo, with all your
+heart, that you had not been disobedient and
+broken a Law of Oz?"
+
+"I--I hate to be different from other people,"
+he admitted.
+
+"Yes; one likes to be respected as highly as his
+neighbors are," said the woman. "When you are
+tried and found guilty, you will be obliged to
+make amends, in some way. I don't know just
+what Ozma will do to you, because this is the
+first time one of us has broken a Law; but you
+may be sure she will be just and merciful. Here
+in the Emerald City people are too happy and
+contented ever to do wrong; but perhaps you
+came from some faraway corner of our land, and
+having no love for Ozma carelessly broke one
+of her Laws."
+
+"Yes," said Ojo, "I've lived all my life in the
+heart of a lonely forest, where I saw no one but
+dear Unc Nunkie."
+
+"I thought so," said Tollydiggle. "But now
+we have talked enough, so let us play a game
+until bedtime."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Sixteen
+
+Princess Dorothy
+
+
+Dorothy Gale was sitting in one of her rooms in
+the royal palace, while curled up at her feet was
+a little black dog with a shaggy coat and very
+bright eyes. She wore a plain white frock, without
+any jewels or other ornaments except an emerald-
+green hair-ribbon, for Dorothy was a simple
+little girl and had not been in the least spoiled
+by the magnificence surrounding her. Once the
+child had lived on the Kansas prairies, but she
+seemed marked for adventure for she had made
+seven trips to the Land of Oz before she came to
+live there for good. Her very best friend was the
+beautiful Ozma of Oz, who loved Dorothy so well
+that she kept her in her own palace, so as to be
+near her. The girl's Uncle Henry and Aunt Em--the
+only relatives she had in the world--had also been
+brought here by Ozma and given a pleasant home.
+Dorothy knew almost everybody in Oz, and it was
+she who had discovered the Scarecrow, the Tin
+Woodman and the Cowardly Lion, as well as Tik-tok
+the Clockwork Man. Her life was very pleasant now,
+and although she had been made a Princess of Oz by
+her friend Ozma she did not care much to be a
+Princess and remained as sweet as when she had
+been plain Dorothy Gale of Kansas.
+
+Dorothy was reading in a book this evening
+when Jellia Jamb, the favorite servant-maid of
+the palace, came to say that the Shaggy Man
+wanted to see her.
+
+"All right," said Dorothy; "tell him to come
+right up."
+
+"But he has some queer creatures with him--some
+of the queerest I've ever laid eyes on," reported
+Jellia.
+
+"Never mind; let 'em all come up," replied
+Dorothy.
+
+But when the door opened to admit not only the
+Shaggy Man, but Scraps, the Woozy and the Glass
+Cat, Dorothy jumped up and looked at her strange
+visitors in amazement. The Patchwork Girl was the
+most curious of all and Dorothy was uncertain at
+first whether Scraps was really alive or only a
+dream or a nightmare. Toto, her dog, slowly
+uncurled himself and going to the Patchwork Girl
+sniffed at her inquiringly; but soon he lay down
+again, as if to say he had no interest in such an
+irregular creation.
+
+"You're a new one to me," Dorothy said
+reflectively, addressing the Patchwork Girl. "I
+can't imagine where you've come from."
+
+"Who, me?" asked Scraps, looking around the
+pretty room instead of at the girl. "Oh, I came
+from a bed-quilt, I guess. That's what they say,
+anyhow. Some call it a crazy-quilt and some a
+patchwork quilt. But my name is Scraps--and now
+you know all about me."
+
+"Not quite all," returned Dorothy with a smile.
+"I wish you'd tell me how you came to be alive."
+
+"That's an easy job," said Scraps, sitting upon
+a big upholstered chair and making the springs
+bounce her up and down. "Margolotte wanted a
+slave, so she made me out of an old bed-quilt she
+didn't use. Cotton stuffing, suspender-button
+eyes, red velvet tongue, pearl beads for teeth.
+The Crooked Magician made a Powder of Life,
+sprinkled me with it and--here I am. Perhaps
+you've noticed my different colors. A very refined
+and educated gentleman named the Scarecrow, whom I
+met, told me I am the most beautiful creature in
+all Oz, and I believe it."
+
+"Oh! Have you met our Scarecrow, then?" asked
+Dorothy, a little puzzled to understand the brief
+history related.
+
+"Yes; isn't he jolly?"
+
+"The Scarecrow has many good qualities," replied
+Dorothy. "But I'm sorry to hear all this 'bout the
+Crooked Magician. Ozma'll be mad as hops when she
+hears he's been doing magic again. She told him
+not to."
+
+"He only practices magic for the benefit of his
+own family," explained Bungle, who was keeping at
+a respectful distance from the little black dog.
+
+"Dear me," said Dorothy; "I hadn't noticed
+you before. Are you glass, or what?"
+
+"I'm glass, and transparent, too, which is more
+than can be said of some folks," answered the
+cat. "Also I have some lovely pink brains; you
+can see 'em work."
+
+"Oh; is that so? Come over here and let me see."
+
+The Class Cat hesitated, eyeing the dog.
+
+"Send that beast away and I will," she said.
+
+"Beast! Why, that's my dog Toto, an' he's the
+kindest dog in all the world. Toto knows a good
+many things, too; 'most as much as I do, I
+guess."
+
+"Why doesn't he say anything?"  asked Bungle.
+
+"He can't talk, not being a fairy dog,"
+explained Dorothy. "He's just a common United
+States dog; but that's a good deal; and I
+understand him, and he understands me, just as
+well as if he could talk."
+
+Toto, at this, got up and rubbed his head
+softly against Dorothy's hand, which she held
+out to him, and he looked up into her face as if
+he had understood every word she had said.
+
+"This cat, Toto," she said to him, "is made
+of glass, so you mustn't bother it, or chase it,
+any more than you do my Pink Kitten. It's
+prob'ly brittle and might break if it bumped
+against anything."
+
+"Woof!" said Toto, and that meant he understood.
+
+The Glass Cat was so proud of her pink brains
+that she ventured to come close to Dorothy, in
+order that the girl might "see 'em work." This was
+really interesting, but when Dorothy patted the
+cat she found the glass cold and hard and
+unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle
+would never do for a pet.
+
+"What do you know about the Crooked Magician who
+lives on the mountain?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"He made me," replied the cat; "so I know all
+about him. The Patchwork Girl is new--three or
+four days old--but I've lived with Dr. Pipt for
+years; and, though I don't much care for him, I
+will say that he has always refused to work magic
+for any of the people who come to his house. He
+thinks there's no harm in doing magic things for
+his own family, and he made me out of glass
+because the meat cats drink too much milk. He also
+made Scraps come to life so she could do the
+housework for his wife Margolotte."
+
+"Then why did you both leave him?" asked
+Dorothy.
+
+"I think you'd better let me explain that,"
+interrupted the Shaggy Man, and then he told
+Dorothy all of Ojo's story and how Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte had accidentally been turned to marble
+by the Liquid of Petrifaction. Then he related how
+the boy had started out in search of the things
+needed to make the magic charm, which would
+restore the unfortunates to life, and how he had
+found the Woozy and taken him along because he
+could not pull the three hairs out of its tail.
+Dorothy listened to all this with much interest,
+and thought that so far Ojo had acted very well.
+But when the Shaggy Man told her of the Munchkin
+boy's arrest by the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers, because he was accused of wilfully
+breaking a Law of Oz, the little girl was greatly
+shocked.
+
+"What do you s'pose he's done?" she asked.
+
+"I fear he has picked a six-leaved clover,"
+answered the Shaggy Man, sadly. "I did not see him
+do it, and I warned him that to do so was against
+the Law; but perhaps that is what he did,
+nevertheless."
+
+"I'm sorry 'bout that," said Dorothy gravely,
+"for now there will be no one to help his poor
+uncle and Margolotte 'cept this Patchwork Girl,
+the Woozy and the Glass Cat."
+
+"Don't mention it," said Scraps. "That's no
+affair of mine. Margolotte and Unc Nunkie are
+perfect strangers to me, for the moment I came
+to life they came to marble."
+
+"I see," remarked Dorothy with a sigh of
+regret; "the woman forgot to give you a heart."
+
+"I'm glad she did," retorted the Patchwork Girl.
+"A heart must be a great annoyance to one. It
+makes a person feel sad or sorry or devoted or
+sympathetic--all of which sensations interfere with
+one's happiness."
+
+"I have a heart," murmured the Glass Cat.
+"It's made of a ruby; but I don't imagine I shall
+let it bother me about helping Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte."
+
+"That's a pretty hard heart of yours," said
+Dorothy. "And the Woozy, of course--"
+
+"Why, as for me," observed the Woozy, who was
+reclining on the floor with his legs doubled under
+him, so that he looked much like a square box, "I
+have never seen those unfortunate people you are
+speaking of, and yet I am sorry for them, having
+at times been unfortunate myself. When I was shut
+up in that forest I longed for some one to help
+me, and by and by Ojo came and did help me. So I'm
+willing to help his uncle. I'm only a stupid
+beast, Dorothy, but I can't help that, and if
+you'll tell me what to do to help Ojo and his
+uncle, I'll gladly do it."
+
+Dorothy walked over and patted the Woozy on his
+square head.
+
+"You're not pretty," she said, "but I like you.
+What are you able to do; anything 'special?"
+
+"I can make my eyes flash fire--real fire--when
+I'm angry. When anyone says: 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me
+I get angry, and then my eyes flash fire."
+
+"I don't see as fireworks could help Ojo's
+uncle," remarked Dorothy. "Can you do anything
+else?"
+
+"I--I thought I bad a very terrifying growl,"
+said the Woozy, with hesitation; "but perhaps
+I was mistaken."
+
+"Yes," said the Shaggy Man, "you were certainly
+wrong about that." Then he turned to Dorothy and
+added: "What will become of the Munchkin boy?"
+
+"I don't know," she said, shaking her head
+thoughtfully. "Ozma will see him 'bout it, of
+course, and then she'll punish him. But how,
+I don't know, 'cause no one ever has been
+punished in Oz since I knew anything about
+the place. Too bad, Shaggy Man, isn't it?"
+
+While they were talking Scraps had been
+roaming around the room and looking at all
+the pretty things it contained. She had carried
+Ojo's basket in her hand, until now, when she
+decided to see what was inside it. She found
+the bread and cheese, which she had no use for,
+and the bundle of charms, which were curious
+but quite a mystery to her. Then, turning these
+over, she came upon the six-leaved clover which
+the boy had plucked.
+
+Scraps was quick-witted, and although she had no
+heart she recognized the fact that Ojo was her
+first friend. She knew at once that because the
+boy had taken the clover he bad been imprisoned,
+and she understood that Ojo had given her the
+basket so they would not find the clover in his
+possession and have proof of his crime. So,
+turning her head to see that no one noticed her,
+she took the clover from the basket and dropped it
+into a golden vase that stood on Dorothy's table.
+Then she came forward and said to Dorothy:
+
+"I wouldn't care to help Ojo's uncle, but I
+will help Ojo. He did not break the Law--no
+one can prove he did--and that green-whiskered
+soldier had no right to arrest him."
+
+"Ozma ordered the boy's arrest," said Dorothy,
+"and of course she knew what she was doing. But if
+you can prove Ojo is innocent they will set him
+free at once.
+
+"They'll have to prove him guilty, won't
+they?'' asked Scraps.
+
+"I s'pose so."
+
+"Well, they can't do that," declared the
+Patchwork Girl.
+
+As it was nearly time for Dorothy to dine with
+Ozma, which she did every evening, she rang for a
+servant and ordered the Woozy taken to a nice room
+and given plenty of such food as he liked best.
+
+"That's honey-bees," said the Woozy.
+
+"You can't eat honey-bees, but you'll be given
+something just as nice," Dorothy told him. Then
+she had the Glass Cat taken to another room for
+the night and the Patchwork Girl she kept in one
+of her own rooms, for she was much interested in
+the strange creature and wanted to talk with her
+again and try to understand her better.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Seventeen
+
+Ozma and Her Friends
+
+
+The Shaggy Man had a room of his own in the royal
+palace, so there he went to change his shaggy suit
+of clothes for another just as shaggy but not so
+dusty from travel. He selected a costume of
+peagreen and pink satin and velvet, with
+embroidered shags on all the edges and iridescent
+pearls for ornaments. Then he bathed in an
+alabaster pool and brushed his shaggy hair and
+whiskers the wrong way to make them still more
+shaggy. This accomplished, and arrayed in his
+splendid shaggy garments, he went to Ozma's
+banquet hall and found the Scarecrow, the Wizard
+and Dorothy already assembled there. The Scarecrow
+had made a quick trip and returned to the Emerald
+City with his left ear freshly painted.
+
+A moment later, while they all stood in waiting,
+a servant threw open a door, the orchestra struck
+up a tune and Ozma of Oz entered.
+
+Much has been told and written concerning the
+beauty of person and character of this sweet girl
+Ruler of the Land of Oz--the richest, the happiest
+and most delightful fairyland of which we have any
+knowledge. Yet with all her queenly qualities Ozma
+was a real girl and enjoyed the things in life
+that other real girls enjoy. When she sat on her
+splendid emerald throne in the great Throne Room
+of her palace and made laws and settled disputes
+and tried to keep all her subjects happy and
+contented, she was as dignified and demure as any
+queen might be; but when she had thrown aside her
+jeweled robe of state and her sceptre, and had
+retired to her private apartments, the girl--
+joyous, light-hearted and free--replaced the
+sedate Ruler.
+
+In the banquet hall to-night were gathered
+only old and trusted friends, so here Ozma was
+herself--a mere girl. She greeted Dorothy with
+a kiss, the Shaggy Man with a smile, the little
+old Wizard with a friendly handshake and then
+she pressed the Scarecrow's stuffed arm and
+cried merrily:
+
+"What a lovely left ear! Why, it's a hundred
+times better than the old one."
+
+"I'm glad you like it," replied the Scarecrow,
+well pleased. "Jinjur did a neat job, didn't she?
+And my hearing is now perfect. Isn't it wonderful
+what a little paint will do, if it's properly
+applied?"
+
+"It really is wonderful," she agreed, as they
+all took their seats; "but the Sawhorse must
+have his legs twinkle to have carried you so far
+in one day. I didn't expect you back before
+tomorrow, at the earliest."
+
+"Well," said the Scarecrow, "I met a charming
+girl on the road and wanted to see more of her, so
+I hurried back."
+
+Ozma laughed.
+
+"I know," she returned; "it's the Patchwork
+Girl. She is certainly bewildering, if not strictly
+beautiful."
+
+"Have you seen her, then?" the straw man eagerly
+asked.
+
+"Only in my Magic Picture, which shows me all
+scenes of interest in the Land of Oz."
+
+"I fear the picture didn't do her justice," said
+the Scarecrow.
+
+"It seemed to me that nothing could be more
+gorgeous," declared Ozma. "Whoever made that
+patchwork quilt, from which Scraps was formed,
+must have selected the gayest and brightest bits
+of cloth that ever were woven.
+
+"I am glad you like her," said the Scarecrow
+in a satisfied tone. Although the straw man did
+not eat, not being made so he could, he often
+dined with Ozma and her companions, merely
+for the pleasure of talking with them. He sat at
+the table and had a napkin and plate, but the
+servants knew better than to offer him food.
+After a little while he asked: "Where is the
+Patchwork Girl now?"
+
+"In my room," replied Dorothy. "I've taken a
+fancy to her; she's so queer and-and-uncommon."
+
+"She's half crazy, I think," added the Shaggy
+Man.
+
+"But she is so beautiful!"  exclaimed the
+Scarecrow, as if that fact disarmed all criticism.
+They  all laughed at his enthusiasm, but the
+Scarecrow  was quite serious. Seeing that he was
+interested in Scraps they forbore to say anything
+against her. The little band of friends Ozma had
+gathered around her was so quaintly assorted that
+much care must be exercised to avoid hurting their
+feelings or making any one of them unhappy. It was
+this considerate kindness that held them close
+friends and enabled them to enjoy one another's
+society.
+
+Another thing they avoided was conversing
+on unpleasant subjects, and for that reason Ojo
+and his troubles were not mentioned during the
+dinner. The Shaggy Man, however, related his
+adventures with the monstrous plants which
+had seized and enfolded the travelers, and told
+how he had robbed Chiss, the giant porcupine,
+of the quills which it was accustomed to throw
+at people. Both Dorothy and Ozma were pleased
+with this exploit and thought it served Chiss
+right.
+
+Then they talked of the Woozy, which was the
+most remarkable animal any of them had ever before
+seen--except, perhaps, the live Sawhorse. Ozma had
+never known that her dominions contained such a
+thing as a Woozy, there being but one in existence
+and this being confined in his forest for many
+years. Dorothy said she believed the Woozy was a
+good beast, honest and faithful; hut she added
+that she did not care much for the Glass Cat.
+
+"Still," said the Shaggy Man, "the Glass Cat
+is very pretty and if she were not so conceited
+over her pink brains no one would object to her
+as a companion.
+
+The Wizard had been eating silently until
+now, when he looked up and remarked:
+
+"That Powder of Life which is made by the
+Crooked Magician is really a wonderful thing.
+But Dr. Pipt does not know its true value and
+he uses it in the most foolish ways."
+
+"I must see about that," said Ozma, gravely.
+Then she smiled again and continued in a
+lighter tone: "It was Dr. Pipt's famous Powder
+of Life that enabled me to become the Ruler
+of Oz."
+
+"I've never heard that story," said the Shaggy
+Man, looking at Ozma questioningly.
+
+"Well, when I was a baby girl I was stolen by an
+old Witch named Mombi and transformed into a boy,"
+began the girl Ruler. "I did not know who I was
+and when I grew big enough to work, the Witch made
+me wait upon her and carry wood for the fire and
+hoe in the garden. One day she came back from a
+journey bringing some of the Powder of Life, which
+Dr. Pipt had given her. I had made a pumpkin-
+headed man and set it up in her path to frighten
+her, for I was fond of fun and hated the Witch.
+But she knew what the figure was and to test her
+Powder of Life she sprinkled some of it on the man
+I had made. It came to life and is now our dear
+friend Jack Pumpkinhead. That night I ran away
+with Jack to escape punishment, and I took old
+Mombi's Powder of Life with me. During our journey
+we came upon a wooden Sawhorse standing by the
+road and I used the magic powder to bring it to
+life. The Sawhorse has been with me ever since.
+When I got to the Emerald City the good Sorceress,
+Glinda, knew who I was and restored me to my
+proper person, when I became the rightful Ruler of
+this land. So you see had not old Mombi brought
+home the Powder of Life I might never have run
+away from her and become Ozma of Oz, nor would we
+have had Jack Pumpkinhead and the Sawhorse to
+comfort and amuse us."
+
+That story interested the Shaggy Man very much,
+as well as the others, who had often heard it
+before. The dinner being now concluded, they all
+went to Ozma's drawing-room, where they passed a
+pleasant evening before it came time to retire.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Eighteen
+
+Ojo is Forgiven
+
+
+The next morning the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers went to the prison and took Ojo away to
+the royal palace, where he was summoned to appear
+before the girl Ruler for judgment. Again the
+soldier put upon the boy the jeweled handcuffs and
+white prisoner's robe with the peaked top and
+holes for the eyes. Ojo was so ashamed, both of
+his disgrace and the fault he had committed, that
+he was glad to be covered up in this way, so that
+people could not see him or know who he was. He
+followed the Soldier with the Green Whiskers very
+willingly, anxious that his fate might be decided
+as soon as possible.
+
+The inhabitants of the Emerald City were polite
+people and never jeered at the unfortunate; but it
+was so long since they bad seen a prisoner that
+they cast many curious looks toward the boy and
+many of them hurried away to the royal palace to
+be present during the trial.
+
+When Ojo was escorted into the great Throne
+Room of the palace he found hundreds of people
+assembled there. In the magnificent emerald
+throne, which sparkled with countless jewels, sat
+Ozma of Oz in her Robe of State, which was
+embroidered with emeralds and pearls. On her
+right, but a little lower, was Dorothy, and on her
+left the Scarecrow. Still lower, but nearly in
+front of Ozma, sat the wonderful Wizard of Oz and
+on a small table beside him was the golden vase
+from Dorothy's room, into which Scraps had dropped
+the stolen clover.
+
+At Ozma's feet crouched two enormous beasts,
+each the largest and most powerful of its kind.
+Although these beasts were quite free, no one
+present was alarmed by them; for the Cowardly Lion
+and the Hungry Tiger were well known and respected
+in the Emerald City and they always guarded the
+Ruler when she held high court in the Throne Room.
+There was still another beast present, but this
+one Dorothy held in her arms, for it was her
+constant companion, the little dog Toto. Toto knew
+the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger and often
+played and romped with them, for they were good
+friends.
+
+Seated on ivory chairs before Ozma, with a clear
+space between them and the throne, were many of
+the nobility of the Emerald City, lords and ladies
+in beautiful costumes, and officials of the
+kingdom in the royal uniforms of Oz. Behind these
+courtiers were others of less importance, filling
+the great hall to the very doors.
+
+At the same moment that the Soldier with the
+Green Whiskers arrived with Ojo, the Shaggy Man
+entered from a side door, escorting the Patchwork
+Girl, the Woozy and the Glass Cat. All these came
+to the vacant space before the throne and stood
+facing the Ruler.
+
+"Hullo, Ojo," said Scraps; "how are you?"
+
+"All right," he replied; but the scene awed the
+boy and his voice trembled a little with fear.
+Nothing could awe the Patchwork Girl, and although
+the Woozy was somewhat uneasy in these splendid
+surroundings the Glass Cat was delighted with the
+sumptuousness of the court and the impressiveness
+of the occasion--pretty big words but quite
+expressive.
+
+At a sign from Ozma the soldier removed Ojo's
+white robe and the boy stood face to face with the
+girl who was to decide his punishment. He saw at a
+glance how lovely and sweet she was, and his heart
+gave a bound of joy, for he hoped she would be
+merciful.
+
+Ozma sat looking at the prisoner a long time.
+Then she said gently:
+
+"One of the Laws of Oz forbids anyone to
+pick a six-leaved clover. You are accused of
+having broken this Law, even after you had
+been warned not to do so.
+
+Ojo hung his head and while he hesitated how to
+reply the Patchwork Girl stepped forward and spoke
+for him.
+
+"All this fuss is about nothing at all," she
+said, facing Ozma unabashed. "You can't prove he
+picked the six-leaved clover, so you've no right
+to accuse him of it. Search him, if you like, but
+you won't find the clover; look in his basket and
+you'll find it's not there. He hasn't got it, so I
+demand that you set this poor Munchkin boy free."
+
+The people of Oz listened to this defiance in
+amazement and wondered at the queer Patchwork Girl
+who dared talk so boldly to their Ruler. But Ozma
+sat silent and motionless and it was the little
+Wizard who answered Scraps.
+
+"So the clover hasn't been picked, eh?" he said.
+"I think it has. I think the boy hid it in his
+basket, and then gave the basket to you. I also
+think you dropped the clover into this vase, which
+stood in Princess Dorothy's room, hoping to get
+rid of it so it would not prove the boy guilty.
+You're a stranger here, Miss Patches, and so you
+don't know that nothing can be hidden from our
+powerful Ruler's Magic Picture--nor from the
+watchful eyes of the humble Wizard of Oz. Look,
+all of you!" With these words he waved his hands
+toward the vase on the table, which Scraps now
+noticed for the first time.
+
+From the mouth of the vase a plant sprouted,
+slowly growing before their eyes until it became a
+beautiful bush, and on the topmost branch appeared
+the six-leaved clover which Ojo had unfortunately
+picked.
+
+The Patchwork Girl looked at the clover and
+said: "Oh, so you've found it. Very well; prove
+he picked it, if you can."
+
+Ozma turned to Ojo.
+
+"Did you pick the six-leaved clover?" she asked.
+
+"Yes," he replied. "I knew it was against the
+Law, but I wanted to save Unc Nunkie and I was
+afraid if I asked your consent to pick it you
+would refuse me."
+
+"What caused you to think that?" asked the
+Ruler.
+
+"Why, it seemed to me a foolish law, unjust and
+unreasonable. Even now I can see no harm in
+picking a six-leaved clover. And I--I had not seen
+the Emerald City, then, nor you, and I thought a
+girl who would make such a silly Law would not be
+likely to help anyone in trouble."
+
+Ozma regarded him musingly, her chin resting
+upon her hand; but she was not angry. On the
+contrary she smiled a little at her thoughts and
+then grew sober again.
+
+"I suppose a good many laws seem foolish to
+those people who do not understand them," she
+said; "but no law is ever made without some
+purpose, and that purpose is usually to protect
+all the people and guard their welfare. As you are
+a stranger, I will explain this Law which to you
+seems so foolish. Years ago there were many
+Witches and Magicians in the Land of Oz, and one
+of the things they often used in making their
+magic charms and transformations was a six-leaved
+clover. These Witches and Magicians caused so much
+trouble among my people, often using their powers
+for evil rather than good, that I decided to
+forbid anyone to practice magic or sorcery except
+Glinda the Good and her assistant, the Wizard of
+Oz, both of whom I can trust to use their arts
+only to benefit my people and to make them
+happier. Since I issued that Law the Land of Oz
+has been far more peaceful and quiet; but I
+learned that some of the Witches and Magicians
+were still practicing magic on the sly and using
+the six-leaved clovers to make their potions and
+charms. Therefore I made another Law forbidding
+anyone from plucking a six-leaved clover or from
+gathering other plants and herbs which the Witches
+boil in their kettles to work magic with. That has
+almost put an end to wicked sorcery in our land,
+so you see the Law was not a foolish one, but wise
+and just; and, in any event, it is wrong to
+disobey a Law."
+
+Ojo knew she was right and felt greatly
+mortified to realize he had acted and spoken so
+ridiculously. But he raised his head and looked
+Ozma in the face, saying:
+
+"I am sorry I have acted wrongly and broken
+your Law. I did it to save Unc Nunkie, and
+thought I would not be found out. But I am
+guilty of this act and whatever punishment you
+think I deserve I will suffer willingly."
+
+Ozma smiled more brightly, then, and nodded
+graciously.
+
+"You are forgiven," she said. "For, although
+you have committed a serious fault, you are now
+penitent and I think you have been punished
+enough. Soldier, release Ojo the Lucky and--"
+
+"I beg your pardon; I'm Ojo the Unlucky,"
+said the boy.
+
+"At this moment you are lucky," said she.
+"Release him, Soldier, and let him go free."
+
+The people were glad to hear Ozma's decree and
+murmured their approval. As the royal audience was
+now over, they began to leave the Throne Room and
+soon there were none remaining except Ojo and his
+friends and Ozma and her favorites.
+
+The girl Ruler now asked Ojo to sit down and
+tell her all his story, which he did, beginning
+at the time he had left his home in the forest
+and ending with his arrival at the Emerald City
+and his arrest. Ozma listened attentively and
+was thoughtful for some moments after the boy
+had finished speaking. Then she said:
+
+"The Crooked Magician was wrong to make the
+Glass Cat and the Patchwork Girl, for it was
+against the Law. And if he had not unlawfully kept
+the bottle of Liquid of Petrifaction standing on
+his shelf, the accident to his wife Margolotte and
+to Unc Nunkie could not have occurred. I can
+understand, however, that Ojo, who loves his
+uncle, will be unhappy unless he can save him.
+Also I feel it is wrong to leave those two victims
+standing as marble statues, when they ought to be
+alive. So I propose we allow Dr. Pipt to make the
+magic charm which will save them, and that we
+assist Ojo to find the things he is seeking. What
+do you think, Wizard?"
+
+"That is perhaps the best thing to do," replied
+the Wizard. "But after the Crooked Magician
+has restored those poor people to life you must
+take away his magic powers."
+
+"I will," promised Ozma.
+
+"Now tell me, please, what magic things must you
+find?" continued the Wizard, addressing Ojo.
+
+"The three hairs from the Woozy's tail I
+have," said the boy. "That is, I have the Woozy,
+and the hairs are in his tail. The six-leaved
+clover I--I--"
+
+"You may take it and keep it," said Ozma. "That
+will not be breaking the Law, for it is already
+picked, and the crime of picking it is forgiven."
+
+"Thank you!" cried Ojo gratefully. Then he
+continued: "The next thing, I must find is a gill
+of water from a dark well.'
+
+The Wizard shook his head. "That," said he,
+"will be a hard task, but if you travel far enough
+you may discover it."
+
+"I am willing to travel for years, if it will
+save Unc Nunkie," declared Ojo, earnestly.
+
+"Then you'd better begin your journey at
+once," advised the Wizard.
+
+Dorothy bad been listening with interest to
+this conversation. Now she turned to Ozma and
+asked: "May I go with Ojo, to help him?"
+
+"Would you like to?" returned Ozma.
+
+"Yes. I know Oz pretty well, but Ojo doesn't
+know it at all. I'm sorry for his uncle and poor
+Margolotte and I'd like to help save them. May
+I go?"
+
+"If you wish to," replied Ozma.
+
+"If Dorothy goes, then I must go to take care of
+her," said the Scarecrow, decidedly. "A dark well
+can only be discovered in some out-of-the-way
+place, and there may be dangers there."
+
+"You have my permission  to accompany Dorothy,"
+said Ozma. "And while you are gone I will take
+care of the Patchwork Girl."
+
+"I'll take care of myself," announced Scraps,
+"for I'm going with the Scarecrow and Dorothy.
+I promised Ojo to help him find the things he
+wants and I'll stick to my promise."
+
+"Very well," replied Ozma. "But I see no need
+for Ojo to take the Glass Cat and the Woozy."
+
+"I prefer to remain here," said the cat. "I've
+nearly been nicked half a dozen times, already,
+and if they're going into dangers it's best for me
+to keep away from them."
+
+"Let Jellia Jamb keep her till Ojo returns,"
+suggested Dorothy. "We won't need to take the
+Woozy, either, but he ought to be saved because
+of the three hairs in his tail."
+
+"Better take me along," said the Woozy. "My eyes
+can flash fire, you know, and I can growl--a
+little."
+
+"I'm sure you'll be safer here," Ozma decided,
+and the Woozy made no further objection to the
+plan.
+
+After consulting together they decided that Ojo
+and his party should leave the very next day to
+search for the gill of water from a dark well, so
+they now separated to make preparations for the
+journey.
+
+Ozma gave the Munchkin boy a room in the palace
+for that night and the afternoon he passed with
+Dorothy--getting acquainted, as she said--and
+receiving advice from the Shaggy Man as to where
+they must go. The Shaggy Man had wandered in many
+parts of Oz, and so had Dorothy, for that matter,
+yet neither of them knew where a dark well was to
+be found.
+
+"If such a thing is anywhere in the settled
+parts of Oz," said Dorothy, "we'd prob'ly have
+heard of it long ago. If it's in the wild parts of
+the country, no one there would need a dark
+well. P'raps there isn't such a thing."
+
+"Oh, there must he!" returned Ojo, positively;
+"or else the recipe of Dr. Pipt wouldn't call
+for it."
+
+"That's true," agreed Dorothy; "and, if it's
+anywhere in the Land of Oz, we're bound to find
+it."
+
+"Well, we're bound to search for it, anyhow,"
+said the Scarecrow. "As for finding it, we must
+trust to luck."
+
+"Don't do that," begged Ojo, earnestly. "I'm
+called Ojo the Unlucky, you know."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Nineteen
+
+Trouble with the Tottenhots
+
+
+A day's journey from the Emerald City brought the
+little band of adventurers to the home of Jack
+Pumpkinhead, which was a house formed from the
+shell of an immense pumpkin. Jack had made it
+himself and was very proud of it. There was a
+door, and several windows, and through the top was
+stuck a stovepipe that led from a small stove
+inside. The door was reached by a flight of three
+steps and there was a good floor on which was
+arranged some furniture that was quite
+comfortable.
+
+It is certain that Jack Pumpkinhead might
+have had a much finer house to live in bad he
+wanted it, for Ozma loved the stupid fellow,
+who had been her earliest companion; but Jack
+preferred his pumpkin house, as it matched
+himself very well, and in this he was not so
+stupid, after all.
+
+The body of this remarkable person was made of
+wood, branches of trees of various sizes having
+been used for the purpose. This wooden framework
+was covered by a red shirt--with white spots in
+it--blue trousers, a yellow vest, a jacket of
+green-and-gold and stout leather shoes. The neck
+was a sharpened stick on which the pumpkin head
+was set, and the eyes, ears, nose and mouth were
+carved on the skin of the pumpkin, very like a
+child's jack-o'-lantern.
+
+The house of this interesting creation stood
+in the center of a vast pumpkin-field, where the
+vines grew in profusion and bore pumpkins of
+extraordinary size as well as those which were
+smaller. Some of the pumpkins now ripening
+on the vines were almost as large as Jack's house,
+and he told Dorothy he intended to add another
+pumpkin to his mansion.
+
+The travelers were cordially welcomed to this
+quaint domicile and invited to pass the night
+there, which they had planned to do. The
+Patchwork Girl was greatly interested in Jack
+and examined him admiringly.
+
+"You are quite handsome," she said; "but not
+as really beautiful as the Scarecrow."
+
+Jack turned, at this, to examine the Scarecrow
+critically, and his old friend slyly winked one
+painted eye at him.
+
+"There is no accounting for tastes," remarked
+the Pumpkinhead, with a sigh. "An old crow
+once told me I was very fascinating, but of
+course the bird might have been mistaken. Yet
+I have noticed that the crows usually avoid the
+Scarecrow, who is a very honest fellow, in his
+way, but stuffed. I am not stuffed, you will
+observe; my body is good solid hickory."
+
+"I adore stuffing," said the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Well, as for that, my head is stuffed with
+pumpkin-seeds," declared Jack. "I use them for
+brains, and when they are fresh I am intellectual.
+Just now, I regret to say, my seeds are rattling a
+bit, so I must soon get another head."
+
+"Oh; do you change your head?" asked Ojo.
+
+"To be sure. Pumpkins are not permanent, more's
+the pity, and in time they spoil. That is why I
+grow such a great field of pumpkins--that I may
+select a new head whenever necessary."
+
+"Who carves the faces on them?" inquired the
+boy.
+
+"I do that myself. I lift off my old head, place
+it on a table before me, and use the face for a
+pattern to go by. Sometimes the faces I carve are
+better than others--more expressive and cheerful,
+you know--but I think they average very well."
+
+Before she had started on the journey Dorothy
+had packed a knapsack with the things she might
+need, and this knapsack the Scarecrow carried
+strapped to his back. The little girl wore a plain
+gingham dress and a checked sunbonnet, as she knew
+they were best fitted for travel. Ojo also had
+brought along his basket, to which Ozma had added
+a bottle of "Square Meal Tablets" and some fruit.
+But Jack Pumpkinhead grew a lot of things in his
+garden besides pumpkins, so he cooked for them a
+fine vegetable soup and gave Dorothy, Ojo and
+Toto, the only ones who found it necessary to eat,
+a pumpkin pie and some green cheese. For beds they
+must use the sweet dried grasses which Jack had
+strewn along one side of the room, but that
+satisfied Dorothy and Ojo very well. Toto, of
+course, slept beside his little mistress.
+
+The Scarecrow, Scraps and the Pumpkinhead
+were tireless and had no need to sleep, so they
+sat up and talked together all night; but they
+stayed outside the house, under the bright stars,
+and talked in low tones so as not to disturb the
+sleepers. During the conversation the Scarecrow
+explained their quest for a dark well, and asked
+Jack's advice where to find it.
+
+The Pumpkinhead considered the matter gravely.
+
+"That is going to be a difficult task," said he,
+"and if I were you I'd take any ordinary well
+and enclose it, so as to make it dark."
+
+"I fear that wouldn't do," replied the
+Scarecrow. "The well must be naturally dark, and
+the water must never have seen the light of day,
+for otherwise the magic charm might not work at
+all."
+
+"How much of the water do you need?" asked Jack.
+
+"A gill."
+
+"How much is a gill?"
+
+"Why--a gill is a gill, of course," answered
+the Scarecrow, who did not wish to display his
+ignorance.
+
+"I know!" cried Scraps. "Jack and Jill went up
+the hill to fetch--"
+
+"No, no; that's wrong," interrupted the
+Scarecrow. "There are two kinds of gills, I think;
+one is a girl, and the other is--"
+
+"A gillyflower," said Jack.
+
+"No; a measure."
+
+"How big a measure?"
+
+"Well, I'll ask Dorothy."
+
+So next morning they asked Dorothy, and she
+said:
+
+"I don't just know how much a gill is, but I've
+brought along a gold flask that holds a pint.
+That's more than a gill, I'm sure, and the Crooked
+Magician may measure it to suit himself. But the
+thing that's bothering us most, Jack, is to find
+the well."
+
+Jack gazed around the landscape, for he was
+standing in the doorway of his house.
+
+"This is a flat country, so you won t find any
+dark wells here," said he. "You must go into the
+mountains, where rocks and caverns are.
+
+"And where is that?" asked Ojo.
+
+"In the Quadling Country, which lies south
+of here," replied the Scarecrow. "I've known all
+along that we must go to the mountains."
+
+"So have I," said Dorothy.
+
+"But--goodness me!--the Quadling Country is full
+of dangers," declared Jack. "I've never been there
+myself, but--"
+
+"I have," said the Scarecrow. "I've faced the
+dreadful Hammerheads, which have no arms and butt
+you like a goat; and I've faced the Fighting
+Trees, which bend down their branches to pound and
+whip you, and had many other adventures there."
+
+"It's a wild country," remarked Dorothy,
+soberly, "and if we go there we're sure to have
+troubles of our own. But I guess we'll have to go,
+if we want that gill of water from the dark well."
+
+So they said good-bye to the Pumpkinhead and
+resumed their travels, heading now directly toward
+the South Country, where mountains and rocks and
+caverns and forests of great trees abounded. This
+part of the Land of Oz, while it belonged to Ozma
+and owed her allegiance, was so wild and secluded
+that many queer peoples hid in its jungles and
+lived in their own way, without even a knowledge
+that they had a Ruler in the Emerald City. If they
+were left alone, these creatures never troubled
+the inhabitants of the rest of Oz, but those who
+invaded their domains encountered many dangers
+from them.
+
+It was a two days journey from Jack Pumkinhead's
+house to the edge of the Quadling Country, for
+neither Dorothy nor Ojo could walk very fast and
+they often stopped by the wayside to rest. The
+first night they slept on the broad fields, among
+the buttercups and daisies, and the Scarecrow
+covered the children with a gauze blanket taken
+from his knapsack, so they would not be chilled by
+the night air. Toward evening of the second day
+they reached a sandy plain where walking was
+difficult; but some distance before them they saw
+a group of palm trees, with many curious black
+dots under them; so they trudged bravely on to
+reach that place by dark and spend the night under
+the shelter of the trees.
+
+The black dots grew larger as they advanced and
+although the light was dim Dorothy thought they
+looked like big kettles turned upside down. Just
+beyond this place a jumble of huge, jagged rocks
+lay scattered, rising to the mountains behind
+them.
+
+Our travelers preferred to attempt to climb
+these rocks by daylight, and they realized that
+for a time this would be their last night on the
+plains.
+
+Twilight had fallen by the time they came to the
+trees, beneath which were the black, circular
+objects they had marked from a distance. Dozens of
+them were scattered around and Dorothy bent near
+to one, which was about as tall as she was, to
+examine it more closely. As she did so the top
+flew open and out popped a dusky creature, rising
+its length into the air and then plumping down
+upon the ground just beside the little girl.
+Another and another popped out of the circular,
+pot-like dwelling, while from all the other black
+objects came popping more creatures--very like
+jumping-jacks when their boxes are unhooked--until
+fully a hundred stood gathered around our little
+group of travelers.
+
+By this time Dorothy had discovered they
+were people, tiny and curiously formed, but still
+people. Their skins were dusky and their hair
+stood straight up, like wires, and was brilliant
+scarlet in color. Their bodies were bare except
+for skins fastened around their waists and they
+wore bracelets on their ankles and wrists, and
+necklaces, and great pendant earrings.
+
+Toto crouched beside his mistress and wailed
+as if he did not like these strange creatures a bit.
+Scraps began to mutter something about "hopity,
+poppity, jumpity, dump!" but no one paid any
+attention to her. Ojo kept close to the Scarecrow
+and the Scarecrow kept close to Dorothy; but the
+little girl turned to the queer creatures and
+asked:
+
+"Who are you?"
+
+They answered this question all together, in
+a sort of chanting chorus, the words being as follows:
+
+
+"We're the jolly Tottenhots;
+We do not like the day,
+But in the night 'tis our delight
+To gambol, skip and play.
+
+"We hate the sun and from it run,
+The moon is cool and clear,
+So on this spot each Tottenhot
+Waits for it to appear.
+
+"We're ev'ry one chock full of fun,
+And full of mischief, too;
+But if you're gay and with us play
+We'll do no harm to you.
+
+
+
+"Glad to meet you, Tottenhots," said the
+Scarecrow solemnly. "But you mustn't expect us
+to play with you all night, for we've traveled
+all day and some of us are tired."
+
+"And we never gamble," added the Patchwork Girl.
+"It's against the Law."
+
+These remarks were greeted with shouts of
+laughter by the impish creatures and one seized
+the Scarecrow's arm and was astonished to find the
+straw man whirl around so easily. So the Tottenhot
+raised the Scarecrow high in the air and tossed
+him over the heads of the crowd. Some one caught
+him and tossed him back, and so with shouts of
+glee they continued throwing the Scarecrow here
+and there, as if he had been a basket-ball.
+
+Presently another imp seized Scraps and began to
+throw her about, in the same way. They found her a
+little heavier than the Scarecrow but still light
+enough to be tossed like a sofa-cushion, and they
+were enjoying the sport immensely when Dorothy,
+angry and indignant at the treatment her friends
+were receiving, rushed among the Tottenhots and
+began slapping and pushing them until she had
+rescued the Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl and
+held them close on either side of her. Perhaps she
+would not have accomplished this victory so easily
+had not Toto helped her, barking and snapping at
+the bare legs of the imps until they were glad to
+flee from his attack. As for Ojo, some of the
+creatures had attempted to toss him, also, but
+finding his body too heavy they threw him to the
+ground and a row of the imps sat on him and held
+him from assisting Dorothy in her battle.
+
+The little brown folks were much surprised
+at being attacked by the girl and the dog, and
+one or two who had been slapped hardest began
+to cry. Then suddenly they gave a shout, all
+together, and disappeared in a flash into their
+various houses, the tops of which closed with a
+series of pops that sounded like a bunch of
+firecrackers being exploded.
+
+The adventurers now found themselves alone,
+and Dorothy asked anxiously:
+
+"Is anybody hurt?"
+
+"Not me," answered the Scarecrow. "They have
+given my straw a good shaking up and taken all the
+lumps out of it. I am now in splendid condition
+and am really obliged to the Tottenhots for their
+kind treatment."
+
+"I feel much the same way," said Scraps.
+"My cotton stuffing had sagged a good deal with
+the day's walking and they've loosened it up
+until I feel as plump as a sausage. But the play
+was a little rough and I'd had quite enough of
+it when you interfered."
+
+"Six of them sat on me," said Ojo, "but as
+they are so little they didn't hurt me much."
+
+Just then the roof of the house in front of
+them opened and a Tottenhot stuck his head
+out, very cautiously, and looked at the strangers.
+
+"Can't you, take a joke?" he asked,
+reproachfully; "haven t you any fun in you at
+all?"
+
+"If I had such a quality," replied the
+Scarecrow, "your people would have knocked it out
+of me. But I don't bear grudges. I forgive you."
+
+"So do I," added Scraps. "That is, if you behave
+yourselves after this."
+
+"It was just a little rough-house, that's all,"
+said the Tottenhot. "But the question is not if
+we will behave, but if you will behave? We
+can't be shut up here all night, because this
+is our time to play; nor do we care to come out
+and be chewed up by a savage beast or slapped
+by an angry girl. That slapping hurts like sixty;
+some of my folks are crying about it. So here's
+the proposition: you let us alone and we'll let
+you alone."
+
+"You began it," declared Dorothy.
+
+"Well, you ended it, so we won't argue the
+matter. May we come out again? Or are you still
+cruel and slappy?"
+
+"Tell you what we'll do," said Dorothy. "We're
+all tired and want to sleep until morning. If
+you'll let us get into your house, and stay there
+until daylight, you can play outside all you want
+to."
+
+"That's a bargain!" cried the Tottenhot
+eagerly, and he gave a queer whistle that
+brought his people popping out of their houses
+on all sides. When the house before them was
+vacant, Dorothy and Ojo leaned over the hole
+and looked in, but could see nothing because
+it was so dark. But if the Tottenhots slept there
+all day the children thought they could sleep
+there at night, so Ojo lowered himself down
+and found it was not very deep."
+
+"There's a soft cushion all over," said he.
+"Come on in."
+
+Dorothy handed Toto to the boy and then climbed
+in herself. After her came Scraps and the
+Scarecrow, who did not wish to sleep but preferred
+to keep out of the way of the mischievous
+Tottenhots.
+
+There seemed no furniture in the round den, but
+soft cushions were strewn about the floor and
+these they found made very comfortable beds. They
+did not close the hole in the roof but left it
+open to admit air. It also admitted the shouts and
+ceaseless laughter of the impish Tottenhots as
+they played outside, but Dorothy and Ojo, being
+weary from their journey, were soon fast asleep.
+
+Toto kept an eye open, however, and uttered low,
+threatening growls whenever the racket made by the
+creatures outside became too boisterous; and the
+Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl sat leaning
+against the wall and talked in whispers all night
+long. No one disturbed the travelers until
+daylight, when in popped the Tottenhot who owned
+the place and invited them to vacate his premises.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty
+
+The Captive Yoop
+
+
+As they were preparing to leave, Dorothy asked:
+"Can you tell us where there is a dark well?"
+
+"Never heard of such a thing," said the
+Tottenhot. "We live our lives in the dark, mostly,
+and sleep in the day-time; but we've never seen a
+dark well, or anything like one."
+
+"Does anyone live on those mountains beyond
+here?" asked the Scarecrow.
+
+"Lots of people. But you'd better not visit
+them. We never go there," was the reply.
+
+"What are the people like?" Dorothy inquired.
+
+"Can't say. We've been told to keep away
+from the mountain paths, and so we obey. This
+sandy desert is good enough for us, and we're
+not disturbed here," declared the Tottenhot.
+
+So they left the man snuggling down to sleep in
+his dusky dwelling, and went out into the
+sunshine, taking the path that led toward the
+rocky places. They soon found it hard climbing,
+for the rocks were uneven and full of sharp points
+and edges, and now there was no path at all.
+Clambering here and there among the boulders they
+kept steadily on, gradually rising higher and
+higher until finally they came to a great rift in
+a part of the mountain, where the rock seemed to
+have split in two and left high walls on either
+side.
+
+"S'pose we go this way," suggested Dorothy;
+it's much easier walking than to climb over
+the hills."
+
+"How about that sign?" asked Ojo.
+
+"What sign?" she inquired.
+
+The Munchkin boy pointed to some words
+painted on the wall of rock beside them, which
+Dorothy had not noticed. The words read:
+
+
+"LOOK OUT FOR YOOP."
+
+
+The girl eyed this sign a moment and turned to
+the Scarecrow, asking:
+
+"Who is Yoop; or what is Yoop?"
+
+The straw man shook his head. Then looked at
+Toto and the dog said "Woof!"
+
+"Only way to find out is to go on, Scraps."
+
+This being quite true, they went on. As they
+proceeded, the walls of rock on either side grew
+higher and higher. Presently they came upon
+another sign which read:
+
+
+"BEWARE THE CAPTIVE YOOP."
+
+
+"Why, as for that," remarked Dorothy, "if Yoop
+is a captive there's no need to beware of him.
+Whatever Yoop happens to be, I'd much rather have
+him a captive than running around loose."
+
+"So had I," agreed the Scarecrow, with a nod of
+his painted head.
+
+"Still," said Scraps, reflectively:
+
+
+"Yoop-te-hoop-te-loop-te-goop!
+Who put noodles in the soup?
+We may beware but we don't care,
+And dare go where we scare the Yoop."
+
+
+
+"Dear me! Aren't you feeling a little queer,
+just now?" Dorothy asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Not queer, but crazy," said Ojo. "When she
+says those things I'm sure her brains get mixed
+somehow and work the wrong way.
+
+"I don't see why we are told to beware the Yoop
+unless he is dangerous," observed the Scarecrow in
+a puzzled tone.
+
+"Never mind; we'll find out all about him when
+we get to where he is," replied the little girl.
+
+The narrow canyon turned and twisted this way
+and that, and the rift was so small that they were
+able to touch both walls at the same time by
+stretching out their arms. Toto had run on ahead,
+frisking playfully, when suddenly he uttered a
+sharp bark of fear and came running back to them
+with his tail between his legs, as dogs do when
+they are frightened.
+
+"Ah," said the Scarecrow, who was leading
+the way, "we must be near Yoop."
+
+Just then, as he rounded a sharp turn, the
+Straw man stopped so suddenly that all the
+others bumped against him.
+
+"What is it?" asked Dorothy, standing on
+tip-toes to look over his shoulder. But then she
+saw what it was and cried "Oh!" in a tone of
+astonishment.
+
+In one of the rock walls--that at their left--
+was hollowed a great cavern, in front of which was
+a row of thick iron bars, the tops and bottoms
+being firmly fixed in the solid rock. Over this
+cavern was a big sign, which Dorothy read with
+much curiosity, speaking the words aloud that all
+might know what they said:
+
+
+"MISTER YOOP--HIS CAVE
+
+The Largest Untamed Giant in Captivity.
+Height, 21 Feet.--(And yet he has but 2 feet.)
+Weight, 1640 Pounds.--(But he waits all the time.)
+Age, 400 Years 'and Up' (as they say in the
+
+ Department Store advertisements).
+Temper, Fierce and Ferocious.--(Except when asleep.)
+Appetite, Ravenous.--(Prefers Meat People and Orange Marmalade.)
+
+
+P. S.--Don't feed the Giant yourself."
+
+
+
+"Very well," said Ojo, with a sigh; "let's go back."
+
+"It's a long way back," declared Dorothy.
+
+"So it is," remarked the Scarecrow, "and it
+means a tedious climb over those sharp rocks if
+we can t use this passage. I think it will be best
+to run by the Giant's cave as fast as we can go.
+Mister Yoop seems to be asleep just now."
+
+But the Giant wasn't asleep. He suddenly
+appeared at the front of his cavern, seized the
+iron bars in his great hairy hands and shook
+them until they rattled in their sockets. Yoop
+was so tall that our friends had to tip their heads
+way back to look into his face, and they noticed
+he was dressed all in pink velvet, with silver
+buttons and braid. The Giant's boots were of
+pink leather and had tassels on them and his
+hat was decorated with an enormous pink ostrich
+feather, carefully curled.
+
+"Yo--ho!" he said in a deep bass voice; "I smell
+dinner."
+
+"I think you are mistaken," replied the
+Scarecrow. "There is no orange marmalade around
+here."
+
+"Ah, but I eat other things," asserted Mister
+Yoop. "That is, I eat them when I can get them.
+But this is a lonely place, and no good meat has
+passed by my cave for many years; so I'm hungry."
+
+"Haven't you eaten anything in many years?"
+asked Dorothy.
+
+"Nothing except six ants and a monkey. I thought
+the monkey would taste like meat people, but the
+flavor was different. I hope you will taste
+better, for you seem plump and tender."
+
+"Oh, I'm not going to be eaten," said Dorothy.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"I shall keep out of your way," she answered.
+
+"How heartless!" wailed the Giant, shaking the
+bars again. "Consider how many years it is since
+I've eaten a single plump little girl! They tell
+me meat is going up, but if I can manage to catch
+you I'm sure it will soon be going down. And I'll
+catch you if I can."
+
+With this the Giant pushed his big arms,
+which looked like tree-trunks (except that tree-
+trunks don't wear pink velvet) between the iron
+bars, and the arms were so long that they
+touched the opposite wall of the rock passage.
+Then he extended them as far as he could reach
+toward our travelers and found he could almost
+touch the Scarecrow--but not quite.
+
+"Come a little nearer, please," begged the
+Giant.
+
+"I'm a Scarecrow."
+
+"A Scarecrow? Ugh! I don't care a straw for
+a scarecrow. Who is that bright-colored delicacy
+behind you?"
+
+"Me?" asked Scraps. "I'm a Patchwork Girl,
+and I'm stuffed with cotton."
+
+"Dear me," sighed the Giant in a disapointed
+tone; "that reduces my dinner from four to two--
+and the dog. I'll save the dog for dessert."
+
+Toto growled, keeping a good distance away.
+
+"Back up," said the Scarecrow to those behind
+him. "Let us go back a little way and talk this
+over.
+
+So they turned and went around the bend in
+the passage, where they were out of sight of the
+cave and Mister Yoop could not hear them.
+
+"My idea," began the Scarecrow, when they
+had halted, "is to make a dash past the cave,
+going on a run.
+
+"He'd grab us," said Dorothy.
+
+"Well, he can't grab but one at a time, and
+I'll go first. As soon as he grabs me the rest of
+you can slip past him, out of his reach, and he
+will soon let me go because I am not fit to eat."
+
+They decided to try this plan and Dorothy
+took Toto in her arms, so as to protect him. She
+followed just after the Scarecrow. Then came
+Ojo, with Scarps the last of the four. Their
+hearts beat a little faster than usual as they again
+approached the Giant's cave, this time moving
+swiftly forward.
+
+It turned out about the way the Scarecrow had
+planned. Mister Yoop was quite astonished to see
+them come flying toward him, and thrusting his
+arms between the bars he seized the Scarecrow in a
+firm grip. In the next instant he realized, from
+the way the straw crunched between his fingers,
+that he had captured the non-eatable man, but
+during that instant of delay Dorothy and Ojo had
+slipped by the Giant and were out of reach.
+Uttering a howl of rage the monster threw the
+Scarecrow after them with one hand and grabbed
+Scraps with the other.
+
+The poor Scarecrow went whirling through the air
+and so cleverly was he aimed that he struck Ojo's
+back and sent the boy tumbling head over heels,
+and he tripped Dorothy and sent her, also,
+sprawling upon the ground. Toto flew out of the
+little girl's arms and landed some distance ahead,
+and all were so dazed that it was a moment before
+they could scramble to their feet again. When they
+did so they turned to look toward the Giant's
+cave, and at that moment the ferocious Mister Yoop
+threw the Patchwork Girl at them.
+
+Down went all three again, in a heap, with
+Scraps on top. The Giant roared so terribly that
+for a time they were afraid he had broken loose;
+but he hadn't. So they sat in the road and looked
+at one another in a rather bewildered way, and
+then began to feel glad.
+
+"We did it!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, with
+satisfaction. "And now we are free to go on
+our way.
+
+"Mister Yoop is very impolite," declared
+Scraps. "He jarred me terribly. It's lucky my
+stitches are so fine and strong, for otherwise such
+harsh treatment might rip me up the back."
+
+"Allow me to apologize for the Giant," said
+the Scarecrow, raising the Patchwork Girl to
+her feet and dusting her skirt with his stuffed
+hands. "Mister Yoop is a perfect stranger to me,
+but I fear, from the rude manner in which he
+has acted, that he is no gentleman."
+
+Dorothy and Ojo laughed at this statement
+and Toto barked as if he understood the joke,
+after which they all felt better and resumed the
+journey in high spirits.
+
+"Of course," said the little girl, when they had
+walked a way along the passage, "it was lucky for
+us the Giant was caged; for, if he had happened to
+be loose, he--he--"
+
+"Perhaps, in that case, he wouldn't be hungry
+any more," said Ojo gravely.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-One
+
+Hip Hopper the Champion
+
+
+They must have had good courage to climb all those
+rocks, for after getting out of the canyon they
+encountered more rock hills to he surmounted. Toto
+could jump from one rock to another quite easily,
+but the others had to creep and climb with care,
+so that after a whole day of such work Dorothy and
+Ojo found themselves very tired.
+
+As they gazed upward at the great mass of
+tumbled rocks that covered the steep incline,
+Dorothy gave a little groan and said:
+
+"That's going to be a ter'ble hard climb,
+Scarecrow. I wish we could find the dark well
+without so much trouble."
+
+"Suppose," said Ojo, "you wait here and let
+me do the climbing, for it's on my account
+we're searching for the dark well. Then, if I
+don't find anything, I'll come back and join
+you.
+
+"No," replied the little girl, shaking her head
+positively, "we'll all go together, for that way
+we can help each other. If you went alone,
+something might happen to you, Ojo."
+
+So they began the climb and found it indeed
+difficult, for a way. But presently, in creeping
+over the big crags, they found a path at their
+feet which wound in and out among the masses of
+rock and was quite smooth and easy to walk upon.
+As the path gradually ascended the mountain,
+although in a roundabout way, they decided to
+follow it.
+
+"This must be the road to the Country of
+the Hoppers," said the Scarecrow.
+
+"Who are the Hoppers?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"Some people Jack Pumpkinhead told me about," he
+replied.
+
+"I didn't hear him," replied the girl.
+
+"No; you were asleep," explained the Scarecrow.
+"But he told Scraps and me that the hoppers
+and the Horners live on this mountain."
+
+"He said in the mountain," declared Scraps;
+"but of course he meant on it."
+
+"Didn't he say what the Hoppers and Horners were
+like?" inquired Dorothy.
+
+"No; he only said they were two separate
+nations, and that the Horners were the most
+important."
+
+"Well, if we go to their country we'll find out
+all about 'em," said the girl. "But I've never
+heard Ozma mention those people, so they can't
+be very important."
+
+"Is this mountain in the Land of Oz?" asked
+Scraps.
+
+"Course it is," answered Dorothy. "It's in the
+South Country of the Quadlings. When one comes to
+the edge of Oz, in any direction, there is nothing
+more to be seen at all. Once you could see sandy
+desert all around Oz; but now it's diff'rent, and
+no other people can see us, any more than we can
+see them."
+
+"If the mountain is under Ozma's rule, why
+doesn't she know about the Hoppers and the
+Horners?" Ojo asked.
+
+"Why, it's a fairyland," explained Dorothy, "and
+lots of queer people live in places so tucked away
+that those in the Emerald City never even hear of
+'em. In the middle of the country it's diff'rent,
+but when you get around the edges you're sure to
+run into strange little corners that surprise you.
+I know, for I've traveled in Oz a good deal, and
+os has the Scarecrow."
+
+"Yes," admitted the straw man, "I've been
+considerable of a traveler, in my time, and I like
+to explore strange places. I find I learn much
+more by traveling than by staying at home."
+
+During this conversation they had been walking
+up the steep pathway and now found themselves well
+up on the mountain. They could see nothing around
+them, for the rocks beside their path were higher
+than their heads. Nor could they see far in front
+of them, because the path was so crooked. But
+suddenly they stopped, because the path ended and
+there was no place to go. Ahead was a big rock
+lying against the side of the mountain, and this
+blocked the way completely.
+
+"There wouldn't be a path, though, if it
+didn't go somewhere," said the Scarecrow,
+wrinkling his forehead in deep thought.
+
+"This is somewhere, isn't it?" asked the
+Patchwork Girl, laughing at the bewildered
+looks of the others.
+
+
+"The path is locked, the way is blocked,
+Yet here we've innocently flocked;
+And now we're here it's rather queer
+There's no front door that can be knocked."
+
+
+"Please don't, Scraps," said Ojo. "You make me nervous.
+
+"Well," said Dorothy, "I'm glad of a little
+rest, for that's a drea'ful steep path."
+
+As she spoke she leaned against the edge of
+the big rock that stood in their way. To her
+surprise it slowly swung backward and showed
+behind it a dark hole that looked like the mouth
+of a tunnel.
+
+"Why, here's where the path goes to!" she
+exclaimed.
+
+"So it is," answered the Scarecrow. "But the
+question is, do we want to go where the path
+does?"
+
+"It's underground; right inside the mountain,"
+said Ojo, peering into the dark hole. "perhaps
+there's a well there; and, if there is, it's sure
+to be a dark one."
+
+"Why, that's true enough!" cried Dorothy
+with eagerness. "Let's go in, Scarecrow; 'cause,
+if others have gone, we're pretty safe to go, too."
+
+Toto looked in and barked, but he did not
+venture to enter until the Scarecrow had bravely
+gone first. Scraps followed closely after the
+straw man and then Ojo and Dorothy timidly stepped
+inside the tunnel. As soon as all of them had
+passed the big rock, it slowly turned and filled
+up the opening again; but now they were no longer
+in the dark, for a soft, rosy light enabled them
+to see around them quite distinctly.
+
+It was only a passage, wide enough for two
+of them to walk abreast--with Toto in between
+them--and it had a high, arched roof. They
+could not see where the light which flooded the
+place so pleasantly came from, for there were
+no lamps anywhere visible. The passage ran
+straight for a little way and then made a bend
+to the right and another sharp turn to the left,
+after which it went straight again. But there
+were no side passages, so they could not lose
+their way.
+
+After proceeding some distance, Toto, who
+had gone on ahead, began to bark loudly. They
+ran around a bend to see what was the matter
+and found a man sitting on the floor of the
+passage and leaning his back against the wall.
+He had probably been asleep before Toto's barks
+aroused him, for he was now rubbing his eyes
+and staring at the little dog with all his might.
+
+There was something about this man that Toto
+objected to, and when he slowly rose to his foot
+they saw what it was. He had but one leg, set just
+below the middle of his round, fat body; but it
+was a stout leg and had a broad, flat foot at the
+bottom of it, on which the man seemed to stand
+very well. He had never had but this one leg,
+which looked something like a pedestal, and when
+Toto ran up and made a grab at the man's ankle he
+hopped first one way and then another in a very
+active manner, looking so frightened that Scraps
+laughed aloud.
+
+Toto was usually a well behaved dog, but this
+time he was angry and snapped at the man's leg
+again and again. This filled the poor fellow with
+fear, and in hopping out of Toto's reach he
+suddenly lost his balance and tumbled heel over
+head upon the floor. When he sat up he kicked Toto
+on the nose and made the dog howl angrily, but
+Dorothy now ran forward and caught Toto's collar,
+holding him back.
+
+"Do you surrender?" she asked the man.
+
+"Who? Me?" asked the Hopper.
+
+"Yes; you," said the little girl.
+
+"Am I captured?" he inquired.
+
+"Of course. My dog has captured you," she said.
+
+"Well," replied the man, "if I'm captured I must
+surrender, for it's the proper thing to do. I like
+to do everything proper, for it saves one a lot of
+trouble."
+
+"It does, indeed," said Dorothy. "Please tell us
+who you are.
+
+"I'm Hip Hopper--Hip Hopper, the Champion."
+
+"Champion what?" she asked in surprise.
+
+"Champion wrestler. I'm a very strong man,
+and that ferocious animal which you are so
+kindly holding is the first living thing that has
+ever conquered me."
+
+"And you are a Hopper?" she continued.
+
+"Yes. My people live in a great city not far
+from here. Would you like to visit it?"
+
+"I'm not sure," she said with hesitation. "Have
+you any dark wells in your city?"
+
+"I think not. We have wells, you know, hut
+they're all well lighted, and a well lighted well
+cannot well be a dark well. But there may be
+such a thing as a very dark well in the Horner
+Country, which is a black spot on the face of
+the earth."
+
+"Where is the Horner Country?" Ojo inquired.
+
+"The other side of the mountain. There's a
+fence between the Hopper Country and the
+Horner Country, and a gate in the fence; but
+you can't pass through just now, because we
+are at war with the Horners."
+
+"That's too bad," said the Scarecrow. "What
+seems to be the trouble?"
+
+"Why, one of them made a very insulting remark
+about my people. He said we were lacking in
+understanding, because we had only one leg to a
+person. I can't see that legs have anything to do
+with understanding things. The Homers each have
+two legs, just as you have. That's one leg too
+many, it seems to me."
+
+"No," declared Dorothy, "it's just the right
+number."
+
+"You don't need them," argued the Hopper,
+obstinately. "You've only one head, and one
+body, and one nose and mouth. Two legs are
+quite unnecessary, and they spoil one's shape."
+
+"But how can you walk, with only one leg?" asked
+Ojo.
+
+"Walk! Who wants to walk?" exclaimed the man.
+"Walking is a terribly awkward way to travel. I
+hop, and so do all my people. It's so much more
+graceful and agreeable than walking."
+
+"I don't agree with you," said the Scarecrow.
+"But tell me, is there any way to get to the
+Horner Country without going through the city of
+the Hoppers?"
+
+"Yes; there is another path from the rocky
+lowlands, outside the mountain, that leads
+straight to the entrance of the Horner Country.
+But it's a long way around, so you'd better come
+with me. Perhaps they will allow you to go
+through the gate; but we expect to conquer
+them this afternoon, if we get time, and then
+you may go and come as you please."
+
+They thought it best to take the Hopper's
+advice, and asked him to lead the way. This he
+did in a series of hops, and he moved so swiftly
+in this strange manner that those with two legs
+had to run to keep up with him.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Two
+
+The Joking Horners
+
+
+It was not long before they left the passage and
+came to a great cave, so high that it must have
+reached nearly to the top of the mountain within
+which it lay. It was a magnificent cave, illumined
+by the soft, invisible light, so that everything
+in it could be plainly seen. The walls were of
+polished marble, white with veins of delicate
+colors running through it, and the roof was arched
+and fantastic and beautiful.
+
+Built beneath this vast dome was a pretty
+village--not very large, for there seemed not more
+than fifty houses altogether--and the dwellings
+were of marble and artistically designed. No grass
+nor flowers nor trees grew in this cave, so the
+yards surrounding the houses carved in designs
+both were smooth and bare and had low walls around
+them to mark their boundaries.
+
+In the streets and the yards of the houses
+were many people all having one leg growing
+below their bodies and all hopping here and
+there whenever they moved. Even the children
+stood firmly upon their single legs and never
+lost their balance.
+
+"All hail, Champion!" cried a man in the first
+group of Hoppers they met; "whom have you
+captured?"
+
+"No one," replied the Champion in a gloomy
+voice; "these strangers have captured me."
+
+"Then," said another, "we will rescue you, and
+capture them, for we are greater in number."
+
+"No," answered the Champion, "I can't allow it.
+I've surrendered, and it isn't polite to capture
+those you've surrendered to."
+
+"Never mind that," said Dorothy. "We will give
+you your liberty and set you free."
+
+"Really?" asked the Champion in joyous tones.
+
+"Yes," said the little girl; "your people may
+need you to help conquer the Horners."
+
+At this all the Hoppers looked downcast and sad.
+Several more had joined the group by this time and
+quite a crowd of curious men, women and children
+surrounded the strangers.
+
+"This war with our neighbors is a terrible
+thing," remarked one of the women. "Some one is
+almost sure to get hurt."
+
+"Why do you say that, madam?" inquired the
+Scarecrow.
+
+"Because the horns of our enemies are sharp,
+and in battle they will try to stick those horns
+into our warriors," she replied.
+
+"How many horns do the Horners have?" asked
+Dorothy.
+
+"Each has one horn in the center of his fore
+head," was the answer.
+
+"Oh, then they're unicorns," declared the
+Scarecrow.
+
+"No; they're Horners. We never go to war with
+them if we can help it, on account of their
+dangerous horns; but this insult was so great and
+so unprovoked that our brave men decided to fight,
+in order to be revenged," said the woman.
+
+"What weapons do you fight with?" the Scarecrow
+asked.
+
+"We have no weapons," explained the Champion.
+"Whenever we fight the Horners, our plan is to
+push them back, for our arms are longer than
+theirs."
+
+"Then you are better armed," said Scraps.
+
+"Yes; but they have those terrible horns, and
+unless we are careful they prick us with the
+points," returned the Champion with a shudder.
+"That makes a war with them dangerous, and a
+dangerous war cannot be a pleasant one."
+
+"I see very clearly," remarked the Scarecrow,
+"that you are going to have trouble in conquering
+those Horners--unless we help you."
+
+"Oh!" cried the Hoppers in a chorus; "can
+you help us? Please do! We will be greatly
+obliged! It would please us very much!" and by
+these exclamations the Scarecrow knew that his
+speech had met with favor.
+
+"How far is it to the Horner Country?" he asked.
+
+"Why, it's just the other side of the fence,"
+they answered, and the Champion added:
+
+"Come with me, please, and I'll show you the
+Horners."
+
+So they followed the Champion and several
+others through the streets and just beyond the
+village came to a very high picket fence, built
+all of marble, which seemed to divide the great
+cave into two equal parts.
+
+But the part inhabited by the Horners was in no
+way as grand in appearance as that of the Hoppers.
+Instead of being marble, the walls and roof were
+of dull gray rock and the square houses were
+plainly made of the same material. But in extent
+the city was much larger than that of the Hoppers
+and the streets were thronged with numerous people
+who busied themselves in various ways.
+
+Looking through the open pickets of the fence
+our friends watched the Horners, who did not know
+they were being watched by strangers, and found
+them very unusual in appearance. They were little
+folks in size and had bodies round as balls and
+short legs and arms. Their heads were round, too,
+and they had long, pointed ears and a horn set in
+the center of the forehead. The horns did not seem
+very terrible, for they were not more than six
+inches long; but they were ivory white and sharp
+pointed, and no wonder the Hoppers feared them.
+
+The skins of the Horners were light brown, but
+they wore snow-white robes and were bare footed.
+Dorothy thought the most striking thing about them
+was their hair, which grew in three distinct
+colors on each and every head--red, yellow and
+green. The red was at the bottom and sometimes
+hung over their eyes; then came a broad circle of
+yellow and the green was at the top and formed a
+brush-shaped topknot.
+
+None of the Horners was yet aware of the
+presence of strangers, who watched the little
+brown people for a time and then went to the
+big gate in the center of the dividing fence. It
+was locked on both sides and over the latch was
+a sign reading:
+
+
+"WAR IS DECLARED"
+
+
+"Can't we go through?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"Not now," answered the Champion.
+
+"I think," said the Scarecrow, "that if I could
+talk with those Horners they would apologize to
+you, and then there would be no need to fight."
+
+"Can't you talk from this side?" asked the
+Champion.
+
+"Not so well," replied the Scarecrow. "Do you
+suppose you could throw me over that fence?
+It is high, but I am very light."
+
+"We can try it," said the Hopper. "I am perhaps
+the strongest man in my country, so I'll undertake
+to do the throwing. But I won't promise you will
+land on your feet."
+
+"No matter about that," returned the Scarecrow.
+"Just toss me over and I'll be satisfied."
+
+So the Champion picked up the Scarecrow
+and balanced him a moment, to see how much
+he weighed, and then with all his strength
+tossed him high into the air.
+
+Perhaps if the Scarecrow had been a trifle
+heavier he would have been easier to throw and
+would have gone a greater distance; but, as it
+was, instead of going over the fence he landed
+just on top of it, and one of the sharp pickets
+caught him in the middle of his back and held him
+fast prisoner. Had he been face downward the
+Scarecrow might have managed to free himself, but
+lying on his back on the picket his hands waved in
+the air of the Horner Country while his feet
+kicked the air of the Hopper Country; so there he
+was.
+
+"Are you hurt?" called the Patchwork Girl
+anxiously.
+
+"Course not," said Dorothy. "But if he wig-gles
+that way he may tear his clothes. How can we get
+him down, Mr. Champion?"
+
+The Champion shook his head.
+
+"I don't know," he confessed. "If he could
+scare Horners as well as he does crows, it might
+be a good idea to leave him there."
+
+"This is terrible," said Ojo, almost ready to
+cry. "I s'pose it's because I am Ojo the Unlucky
+that everyone who tries to help me gets into
+trouble."
+
+"You are lucky to have anyone to help you,"
+declared Dorothy. "But don't worry. We'll rescue
+the Scarecrow somehow."
+
+"I know how," announced Scraps. "Here, Mr.
+Champion; just throw me up to the Scarecrow. I'm
+nearly as light as he is, and when I'm on top the
+fence I'll pull our friend off the picket and toss
+him down to you."
+
+"All right," said the Champion, and he picked up
+the Patchwork Girl and threw her in the same
+manner he had the Scarecrow. He must have used
+more strength this time, however, for Scraps
+sailed far over the top of the fence and, without
+being able to grab the Scarecrow at all, tumbled
+to the ground in the Horner Country, where her
+stuffed body knocked over two men and a woman and
+made a crowd that had collected there run like
+rabbits to get away from her.
+
+Seeing the next moment that she was harmless,
+the people slowly returned and gathered around the
+Patchwork Girl, regarding her with astonishment.
+One of them wore a jeweled star in his hair, just
+above his horn, and this seemed a person of
+importance. He spoke for the rest of his people,
+who treated him with great respect.
+
+"Who are you, Unknown Being?" he asked.
+
+"Scraps," she said, rising to her feet and
+patting her cotton wadding smooth where it had
+bunched up.
+
+"And where did you come from?" he continued.
+
+"Over the fence. Don't be silly. There's no
+other place I could have come from," she replied.
+
+He looked at her thoughtfully.
+
+"You are not a Hopper," said he, "for you
+have two legs. They're not very well shaped,
+but they are two in number. And that strange
+creature on top the fence--why doesn't he stop
+kicking?--must be your brother, or father, or son,
+for he also has two legs."
+
+"You must have been to visit the Wise Donkey,"
+said Scraps, laughing so merrily that the crowd
+smiled with her, in sympathy. "But that reminds
+me, Captain--or King--"
+
+"I am Chief of the Horners, and my name is Jak."
+
+"Of course; Little Jack Horner; I might have
+known it. But the reason I volplaned over the
+fence was so I could have a talk with you about
+the Hoppers."
+
+"What about the Hoppers?" asked the Chief,
+frowning.
+
+"You've insulted them, and you'd better beg
+their pardon," said Scraps. "If you don't, they'll
+probably hop over here and conquer you.
+
+"We're not afraid--as long as the gate is
+locked," declared the Chief. "And we didn't insult
+them at all. One of us made a joke that the stupid
+Hoppers couldn't see."
+
+The Chief smiled as he said this and the smile
+made his face look quite jolly.
+
+"What was the joke?" asked Scraps.
+
+"A Horner said they have less understanding than
+we, because they've only one leg. Ha, ha! You see
+the point, don't you? If you stand on your legs,
+and your legs are under you, then--ha, ha, ha!--
+then your legs are your under-standing. Hee, bee,
+hee! Ho, ho! My, but that's a fine joke. And the
+stupid Hoppers couldn't see it! They couldn't see
+that with only one leg they must have less
+under-standing than we who have two legs. Ha, ha,
+ha! Hee, bee! Ho, ho!" The Chief wiped the tears
+of laughter from his eyes with the bottom hem of
+his white robe, and all the other Horners wiped
+their eyes on their robes, for they had laughed
+just as heartily as their Chief at the absurd
+joke.
+
+"Then," said Scraps, "their understanding of the
+understanding you meant led to the
+misunderstanding."
+
+"Exactly; and so there's no need for us to
+apologize," returned the Chief.
+
+"No need for an apology, perhaps, but much need
+for an explanation," said Scraps decidedly. "You
+don't want war, do you?"
+
+"Not if we can help it," admitted Jak Horner.
+"The question is, who's going to explain the joke
+to the Horners? You know it spoils any joke to be
+obliged to explain it, and this is the best joke I
+ever heard."
+
+"Who made the joke?" asked Scraps.
+
+"Diksey Horner. He is working in the mines, just
+now, but he'll be home before long. Suppose we
+wait and talk with him about it? Maybe he'll be
+willing to explain his joke to the Hoppers."
+
+"All right," said Scraps. "I'll wait, if Diksey
+isn't too long."
+
+"No, he's short; he's shorter than I am. Ha,
+ha, ha! Say! that's a better joke than Diksey's.
+He won't be too long, because he's short. Hee,
+hee, ho!"
+
+The other Horners who were standing by roared
+with laughter and seemed to like their Chief's
+joke as much as he did. Scraps thought it was odd
+that they could be so easily amused, but decided
+there could be little harm in people who laughed
+so merrily.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Three
+
+Peace Is Declared
+
+
+"Come with me to my dwelling and I'll introduce
+you to my daughters," said the Chief. "We're
+bringing them up according to a book of rules that
+was written by one of our leading old bachelors,
+and everyone says they're a remarkable lot of girls."
+
+So Scraps accompanied him along the street to a
+house that seemed on the outside exceptionally
+grimy and dingy. The streets of this city were not
+paved nor had any attempt been made to beautify
+the houses or their surroundings, and having
+noticed this condition Scraps was astonished when
+the Chief ushered her into his home.
+
+Here was nothing grimy or faded, indeed. On the
+contrary, the room was of dazzling brilliance and
+beauty, for it was lined throughout with an
+exquisite metal that resembled translucent frosted
+silver. The surface of this metal was highly
+ornamented in raised designs representing men,
+animals, flowers and trees, and from the metal
+itself was radiated the soft light which flooded
+the room. All the furniture was made of the same
+glorious metal, and Scraps asked what it was.
+
+"That's radium," answered the Chief. "We
+Horners spend all our time digging radium from
+the mines under this mountain, and we use it
+to decorate our homes and make them pretty and
+cosy. It is a medicine, too, and no one can ever
+be sick who lives near radium."
+
+"Have you plenty of it?" asked the Patchwork
+Girl.
+
+"More than we can use. All the houses in this
+city are decorated with it, just the same as mine
+is."
+
+don't you use it on your streets, then,
+and the outside of your houses, to make them as
+pretty as they are within?" she inquired.
+
+"Outside? Who cares for the outside of
+anything?" asked the Chief. "We Horners don't live
+on the outside of our homes; we live inside. Many
+people are like those stupid Hoppers, who love to
+make an outside show. I suppose you strangers
+thought their city more beautiful than ours,
+because you judged from appearances and they have
+handsome marble houses and marble streets; but if
+you entered one of their stiff dwellings you would
+find it bare and uncomfortable, as all their show
+is on the outside. They have an idea that what is
+not seen by others is not important, but with us
+the rooms we live in are our chief delight and
+care, and we pay no attention to outside show."
+
+"Seems to me," said Scraps, musingly, "it
+would be better to make it all pretty--inside
+and out."
+
+"Seems? Why, you're all seams, my girl!" said
+the Chief; and then he laughed heartily at his
+latest joke and a chorus of small voices echoed
+the chorus with "tee-hee-hee! ha, ha!"
+
+Scraps turned around and found a row of
+girls seated in radium chairs ranged along one
+wall of the room. There were nineteen of them,
+by actual count, and they were of all sizes from
+a tiny child to one almost a grown woman. All
+were neatly dressed in spotless white robes and
+had brown skins, horns on their foreheads and
+threecolored hair.
+
+"These," said the Chief, "are my sweet
+daughters. My dears, I introduce to you Miss
+Scraps Patchwork, a lady who is traveling in
+foreign parts to increase her store of wisdom."
+
+The nineteen Horner girls all arose and made
+a polite curtsey, after which they resumed their
+seats and rearranged their robes properly.
+
+"Why do they sit so still, and all in a row?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"Because it is ladylike and proper," replied the
+Chief.
+
+"But some are just children, poor things!
+Don't they ever run around and play and laugh,
+and have a good time?"
+
+"No, indeed," said the Chief. "That would he
+improper in young ladies, as well as in those who
+will sometime become young ladies. My daughters
+are being brought up according to the rules and
+regulations laid down by a leading bachelor who
+has given the subject much study and is himself a
+man of taste and culture. Politeness is his great
+hobby, and he claims that if a child is allowed to
+do an impolite thing one cannot expect the grown
+person to do anything better."
+
+"Is it impolite to romp and shout and be jolly?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"Well, sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't,"
+replied the Horner, after considering the
+question. "By curbing such inclinations in my
+daughters we keep on the safe side. Once in a
+while I make a good joke, as you have heard, and
+then I permit my daughters to laugh decorously;
+but they are never allowed to make a joke
+themselves."
+
+"That old bachelor who made the rules ought
+to be skinned alive!" declared Scraps, and would
+have said more on the subject had not the door
+opened to admit a little Horner man whom the
+Chief introduced as Diksey.
+
+"What's up, Chief?" asked Diksey, winking
+nineteen times at the nineteen girls, who demurely
+cast down their eyes because their father was
+looking.
+
+The Chief told the man that his joke had not
+been understood by the dull Hoppers, who had
+become so angry that they had declared war. So the
+only way to avoid a terrible battle was to explain
+the joke so they could understand it.
+
+"All right," replied Diksey, who seemed a good-
+natured man; "I'll go at once to the fence and
+explain. I don't want any war with the Hoppers,
+for wars between nations always cause hard
+feelings."
+
+So the Chief and Diksey and Scraps left the
+house and went back to the marble picket fence.
+The Scarecrow was still stuck on the top of his
+picket but had now ceased to struggle. On the
+other side of the fence were Dorothy and Ojo,
+looking between the pickets; and there, also,
+were the Champion and many other Hoppers.
+
+Diksey went close to the fence and said:
+
+"My good Hoppers, I wish to explain that
+what I said about you was a joke. You have but
+one leg each, and we have two legs each. Our
+legs are under us, whether one or two, and we
+stand on them. So, when I said you had less
+understanding than we, I did not mean that you
+had less understanding, you understand, but
+that you had less standundering, so to speak.
+Do you understand that?"
+
+The Hoppers thought it over carefully. Then one
+said:
+
+"That is clear enough; but where does the joke
+come in?'"
+
+Dorothy laughed, for she couldn't help it,
+although all the others were solemn enough.
+
+"I'll tell you where the joke comes in," she
+said, and took the Hoppers away to a distance,
+where the Horners could not hear them. "You know,"
+she then explained, "those neighbors of yours are
+not very bright, poor things, and what they think
+is a joke isn't a joke at all--it's true, don't
+you see?"
+
+"True that we have less understanding?" asked
+the Champion.
+
+"Yes; it's true because you don't understand
+such a poor joke; if you did, you'd be no wiser
+than they are."
+
+"Ah, yes; of course," they answered, looking
+very wise.
+
+"So I'll tell you what to do," continued
+Dorothy. "Laugh at their poor joke and tell 'em
+it's pretty good for a Horner. Then they won't
+dare say you have less understanding, because you
+understand as much as they do."
+
+The Hoppers looked at one another questioningly
+and blinked their eyes and tried to think what it
+all meant; but they couldn't figure it out.
+
+"What do you think, Champion?" asked one of
+them.
+
+"I think it is dangerous to think of this thing
+any more than we can help," he replied. "Let us do
+as this girl says and laugh with the Horners, so
+as to make them believe we see the joke. Then
+there will be peace again and no need to fight."
+
+They readily agreed to this and returned to
+the fence laughing as loud and as hard as they
+could, although they didn't feel like laughing
+a bit. The Horners were much surprised.
+
+"That's a fine joke--for a Horner--and we are
+much pleased with it," said the Champion, speaking
+between the pickets. "But please don't do it
+again."
+
+"I won't," promised Diksey. "If I think of
+another such joke I'll try to forget it."
+
+"Good!" cried the Chief Horner. "The war is over
+and peace is declared."
+
+There was much joyful shouting on both sides of
+the fence and the gate was unlocked and thrown
+wide open, so that Scraps was able to rejoin her
+friends.
+
+"What about the Scarecrow?" she asked Dorothy.
+
+"We must get him down, somehow or other," was
+the reply.
+
+"Perhaps the Horners can find a way," suggested
+Ojo. So they all went through the gate and Dorothy
+asked the Chief Horner how they could get the
+Scarecrow off the fence. The Chief didn't know
+how, but Diksey said:
+
+"A ladder's the thing."
+
+"Have you one?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"To be sure. We use ladders in our mines,"
+said he. Then he ran away to get the ladder,
+and while he was gone the Horners gathered
+around and welcomed the strangers to their
+country, for through them a great war had been
+avoided.
+
+In a little while Diksey came back with a
+tall ladder which he placed against the fence. Ojo
+at once climbed to the top of the ladder and
+Dorothy went about halfway up and Scraps stood at
+the foot of it. Toto ran around it and barked.
+Then Ojo pulled the Scarecrow away from the picket
+and passed him down to Dorothy, who in turn
+lowered him to the Patchwork Girl.
+
+As soon as he was on his feet and standing
+on solid ground the Scarecrow said:
+
+"Much obliged. I feel much better. I'm not
+stuck on that picket any more."
+
+The Horners began to laugh, thinking this
+was a joke, but the Scarecrow shook himself and
+
+patted his straw a little and said to Dorothy:
+"Is there much of a hole in my back?"
+
+The little girl examined him carefully.
+
+"There's quite a hole," she said. "But I've got
+a needle and thread in the knapsack and I'll sew
+you up again."
+
+"Do so," he begged earnestly, and again the
+Hoppers laughed, to the Scarecrow's great
+annoyance.
+
+While Dorothy was sewing up the hole in
+the straw man's back Scraps examined the other
+parts of him.
+
+"One of his legs is ripped, too!" she exclaimed.
+
+"Oho!" cried little Diksey; "that's bad. Give
+him the needle and thread and let him mend
+his ways."
+
+"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Chief, and the
+other Homers at once roared with laughter.
+
+"What's funny?" inquired the Scarecrow sternly.
+
+"Don't you see?" asked Diksey, who had
+laughed even harder than the others. "That's a
+joke. It's by odds the best joke I ever made.
+You walk with your legs, and so that's the way
+you walk, and your legs are the ways. See? So,
+when you mend your legs, you mend your ways.
+Ho, ho, ho! hee, hee! I'd no idea I could make
+such a fine joke!"
+
+"Just wonderful!" echoed the Chief. "How do you
+manage to do it, Diksey?"
+
+"I don't know," said Diksey modestly. "Perhaps
+it's the radium, but I rather think it's my
+splendid intellect."
+
+If you don't quit it," the Scarecrow told him,
+"there'll be a worse war than the one you've
+escaped from."
+
+Ojo had been deep in thought, and now he
+asked the Chief: "Is there a dark well in any
+part of your country?"
+
+"A dark well? None that ever I heard of," was
+the answer.
+
+"Oh, yes," said Diksey, who overheard the
+boy's question. "There's a very dark well down
+in my radium mine."
+
+"Is there any water in it?" Ojo eagerly asked.
+
+"Can't say; I've never looked to see. But we
+can find out."
+
+So, as soon as the Scarecrow was mended,
+they decided to go with Diksey to the mine.
+When Dorothy had patted the straw man into
+shape again he declared he felt as good as new
+and equal to further adventures.
+
+"Still," said he, "I prefer not to do picket
+duty again. High life doesn't seem to agree with
+my constitution." And then they hurried away
+to escape the laughter of the Homers, who
+thought this was another joke.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Four
+
+Ojo Finds the Darkwell
+
+
+They now followed Diksey to the farther end of
+the great cave, beyond the Horner city, where
+there were several round, dark holes leading into
+the ground in a slanting direction. Diksey went to
+one of these holes and said:
+
+"Here is the mine in which lies the dark well
+you are seeking. Follow me and step care fully and
+I'll lead you to the place."
+
+He went in first and after him came Ojo, and
+then Dorothy, with the Scarecrow behind her.
+The Patchwork Girl entered last of all, for Toto
+kept close beside his little mistress.
+
+A few steps beyond the mouth of the opening it
+was pitch dark. "You won't lose your way, though,"
+said the Homer, "for there's only one way to go.
+The mine's mine and I know every step of the way.
+How's that for a joke, eh? The mine's mine." Then
+he chuckled gleefully as they followed him
+silently down the steep slant. The hole was just
+big enough to permit them to walk upright,
+although the Scarecrow, being much the taller of
+the party, often had to bend his head to keep from
+hitting the top.
+
+The floor of the tunnel was difficult to walk
+upon because it had been worn smooth as glass, and
+pretty soon Scraps, who was some distance behind
+the others, slipped and fell head foremost. At
+once she began to slide downward, so swiftly that
+when she came to the Scarecrow she knocked him off
+his feet and sent him tumbling against Dorothy,
+who tripped up Ojo. The boy fell against the
+Horner, so that all went tumbling down the slide
+in a regular mix-up, unable to see where they were
+going because of the darkness.
+
+Fortunately, when they reached the bottom the
+Scarecrow and Scraps were in front, and the others
+bumped against them, so that no one was hurt. They
+found themselves in a vast cave which was dimly
+lighted by the tiny grains of radium that lay
+scattered among the loose rocks.
+
+"Now," said Diksey, when they had all re
+gained their feet, "I will show you where the
+dark well is. This is a big place, but if we hold
+fast to each other we won't get lost."
+
+They took hold of hands and the Homer led
+them into a dark corner, where he halted.
+
+"Be careful," said he warningly. "The well is
+at your feet."
+
+"All right," replied Ojo, and kneeling down
+he felt in the well with his hand and found
+that it contained a quantity of water. "Where's
+the gold flask, Dorothy?" he asked, and the
+little girl handed him the flask, which she had
+brought with her.
+
+Ojo knelt again and by feeling carefully in
+the dark managed to fill the flask with the
+unseen water that was in the well. Then he
+screwed the top of the flask firmly in place and
+put the precious water in his pocket.
+
+"All right!" he said again, in a glad voice;
+"now we can go back."
+
+They returned to the mouth of the tunnel and
+began to creep cautiously up the incline. This
+time they made Scraps stay behind, for fear she
+would slip again; but they all managed to get up
+in safety and the Munchkin boy was very happy when
+he stood in the Horner city and realized that the
+water from the dark well, which he and his friends
+had traveled so far to secure, was safe in his
+jacket pocket.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Five
+
+They Bribe the Lazy Quadling
+
+
+"Now," said Dorothy, as they stood on the mountain
+path, having left behind them the cave in which
+dwelt the Hoppers and the Horners, "I think we
+must find a road into the Country of the Winkies,
+for there is where Ojo wants to go next."
+
+"Is there such a road?" asked the Scarecrow.
+
+"I don't know," she replied. "I s'pose we can go
+back the way we came, to Jack Pumpkinhead's house,
+and then turn into the Winkie Country; but that
+seems like running 'round a haystack, doesn't it?"
+
+"Yes," said the Scarecrow. "What is the next
+thing Ojo must get?"
+
+"A yellow butterfly," answered the boy.
+
+"That means the Winkie Country, all right,
+for it's the yellow country of Oz," remarked
+Dorothy. "I think, Scarecrow, we ought to take
+him to the Tin Woodman, for he's the Emp'ror
+of the Winkies and will help us to find what
+Ojo wants."
+
+"Of course," replied the Scarecrow, brightening
+at the suggestion. "The Tin Woodman will do
+anything we ask him, for he's one of my dearest
+friends. I believe we can take a crosscut into his
+country and so get to his castle a day sooner
+than if we travel back the way we came."
+
+"I think so, too," said the girl; "and that means
+we must keep to the left."
+
+They were obliged to go down the mountain before
+they found any path that led in the direction they
+wanted to go, but among the tumbled rocks at the
+foot of the mountain was a faint trail which they
+decided to follow. Two or three hours walk along
+this trail brought them to a clear, level country,
+where there were a few farms and some scattered
+houses. But they knew they were still in the
+Country of the Quadlings, because everything had a
+bright red color. Not that the trees and grasses
+were red, but the fences and houses were painted
+that color and all the wild-flowers that bloomed
+by the wayside had red blossoms. This part of the
+Quadling Country seemed peaceful and prosperous,
+if rather lonely, and the road was more distinct
+and easier to follow.
+
+But just as they were congratulating themselves
+upon the progress they had made they came upon a
+broad river which swept along between high banks,
+and here the road ended and there was no bridge of
+any sort to allow them to cross.
+
+"This is queer," mused Dorothy, looking at
+the water reflectively. "Why should there be
+any road, if the river stops everyone walking
+along it?"
+
+"Wow!" said Toto, gazing earnestly into her
+face.
+
+"That's the best answer you'll get," declared
+the Scarecrow, with his comical smile, "for no
+one knows any more than Toto about this road."
+
+Said Scraps:
+
+
+"Ev'ry time I see a river,
+I have chills that make me shiver,
+For I never can forget
+All the water's very wet.
+If my patches get a soak
+It will be a sorry joke;
+So to swim I'll never try
+Till I find the water dry."
+
+
+"Try to control yourself, Scraps," said Ojo;
+you re getting crazy again. No one intends to swim
+that river."
+
+"No," decided Dorothy, "we couldn't swim it
+if we tried. It's too big a river, and the water
+moves awful fast."
+
+"There ought to be a ferryman with a boat,"
+said the Scarecrow; "but I don't see any."
+
+"Couldn't we make a raft?" suggested Ojo.
+
+"There's nothing to make one of," answered
+Dorothy.
+
+"Wow!" said Toto again, and Dorothy saw he
+was looking along the bank of the river.
+
+"Why, he sees a house over there!" cried the
+little girl. "I wonder we didn't notice it
+ourselves. Let's go and ask the people how to
+get 'cross the river."
+
+A quarter of a mile along the bank stood a
+small, round house, painted bright red, and as
+it was on their side of the river they hurried
+toward it. A chubby little man, dressed all in
+red, came out to greet them, and with him were
+two children, also in red costumes. The man's
+eyes were big and staring as he examined the
+Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl, and the
+children shyly hid behind him and peeked
+timidly at Toto.
+
+"Do you live here, my good man?" asked the
+Scarecrow.
+
+"I think I do, Most Mighty Magician," replied
+the Quadling, bowing low; "but whether I'm awake
+or dreaming I can't be positive, so I'm not sure
+where I live. If you'll kindly pinch me I'll find
+out all about it!'
+
+"You're awake," said Dorothy, "and this is no
+magician, but just the Scarecrow."
+
+"But he's alive," protested the man, "and he
+oughtn't to be, you know. And that other dreadful
+person--the girl who is all patches--seems to be
+alive, too."
+
+"Very much so," declared Scraps, making a
+face at him. "But that isn't your affair, you
+know."
+
+"I've a right to be surprised, haven't I?" asked
+the man meekly.
+
+"I'm not sure; but anyhow you've no right to say
+I'm dreadful. The Scarecrow, who is a gentleman of
+great wisdom, thinks I'm beautiful," retorted
+Scraps.
+
+"Never mind all that," said Dorothy. "Tell us,
+good Quadling, how we can get across the river."
+
+"I don't know," replied the Quadling.
+
+"Don't you ever cross it?" asked the girl.
+
+"Never."
+
+"Don't travelers cross it?"
+
+"Not to my knowledge," said he.
+
+They were much surprised to hear this, and
+the man added: "It's a pretty big river, and the
+current is strong. I know a man who lives on
+the opposite bank, for I've seen him there a good
+many years; but we've never spoken because
+neither of us has ever crossed over."
+
+"That's queer," said the Scarecrow. "Don't you
+own a boat?"
+
+The man shook his head.
+
+"Nor a raft?"
+
+"Where does this river go to?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"That way," answered the man, pointing with
+one hand, "it goes into the Country of the
+Winkies, which is ruled by the Tin Emperor,
+who must be a mighty magician because he's
+all made of tin, and yet he's alive. And that
+way," pointing with the other hand, "the river
+runs between two mountains where dangerous
+people dwell."
+
+The Scarecrow looked at the water before them.
+
+"The current flows toward the Winkie Country"'
+said he; "and so, if we had a boat, or a raft, the
+river would float us there more quickly and more
+easily than we could walk."
+
+"That is true," agreed Dorothy; and then they
+all looked thoughtful and wondered what could
+be done.
+
+"Why can't the man make us a raft?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Will you?" inquired Dorothy, turning to the
+Quadling.
+
+The chubby man shook his head.
+
+"I'm too lazy," he said. "My wife says I'm the
+laziest man in all Oz, and she is a truthful
+woman. I hate work of any kind, and making a raft
+is hard work."
+
+"I'll give you my em'rald ring," promised the
+girl.
+
+"No; I don't care for emeralds. If it were a
+ruby, which is the color I like best, I might work
+a little while."
+
+"I've got some Square Meal Tablets," said the
+Scarecrow. "Each one is the same as a dish of
+soup, a fried fish, a mutton pot-pie, lobster
+salad, charlotte russe and lemon jelly--all made
+into one little tablet that you can swallow
+without trouble."
+
+"Without trouble!" exclaimed the Quadling,
+much interested; "then those tablets would be
+fine for a lazy man. It's such hard work to chew
+when you eat."
+
+"I'll give you six of those tablets if you'll
+help us make a raft," promised the Scarecrow.
+"They're a combination of food which people who
+eat are very fond of. I never eat, you know, being
+straw; but some of my friends eat regularly. What
+do you say to my offer, Quadling?"
+
+"I'll do it," decided the man. "I'll help, and
+you can do most of the work. But my wife has
+gone fishing for red eels to-day, so some of you
+will have to mind the children."
+
+Scraps promised to do that, and the children
+were not so shy when the Patchwork Girl sat
+down to play with them. They grew to like
+Toto, too, and the little dog allowed them to
+pat him on his head, which gave the little ones
+much joy.
+
+There were a number of fallen trees near the
+house and the Quadling got his axe and chopped
+them into logs of equal length. He took his wife's
+clothesline to bind these logs together, so that
+they would form a raft, and Ojo found some strips
+of wood and nailed them along the tops of the
+logs, to render them more firm. The Scarecrow and
+Dorothy helped roll the logs together and carry
+the strips of wood, but it took so long to make
+the raft that evening came just as it was
+finished, and with evening the Quadling's wife
+returned from her fishing.
+
+The woman proved to be cross and bad-tempered,
+perhaps because she had only caught one red eel
+during all the day. When she found that her
+husband had used her clothesline, and the logs she
+had wanted for firewood, and the boards she had
+intended to mend the shed with, and a lot of gold
+nails, she became very angry. Scraps wanted to
+shake the woman, to make her behave, but Dorothy
+talked to her in a gentle tone and told the
+Quadling's wife she was a Princess of Oz and a
+friend of Ozma and that when she got back to the
+Emerald City she would send them a lot of things
+to repay them for the raft, including a new
+clothesline. This promise pleased the woman and
+she soon became more pleasant, saying they could
+stay the night at her house and begin their voyage
+on the river next morning.
+
+This they did, spending a pleasant evening
+with the Quadling family and being entertained
+with such hospitality as the poor people were
+able to offer them. The man groaned a good
+deal and said he had overworked himself by
+chopping the logs, but the Scarecrow gave him
+two more tablets than he had promised, which
+seemed to comfort the lazy fellow.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Six
+
+The Trick River
+
+
+Next morning they pushed the raft into the water
+and all got aboard. The Quadling man had to hold
+the log craft fast while they took their places,
+and the flow of the river was so powerful that it
+nearly tore the raft from his hands. As soon as
+they were all seated upon the logs he let go and
+away it floated and the adventurers had begun
+their voyage toward the Winkie Country.
+
+The little house of the Quadlings was out of
+sight almost before they had cried their good-
+byes, and the Scarecrow said in a pleased voice:
+"It won't take us long to get to the Winkie
+Country, at this rate."
+
+They had floated several miles down the stream
+and were enjoying the ride when suddenly the raft
+slowed up, stopped short, and then began to float
+back the way it had come.
+
+"Why, what's wrong?" asked Dorothy, in
+astonishment; but they were all just as bewildered
+as she was and at first no one could answer the
+question. Soon, however, they realized the truth:
+that the current of the river had reversed and the
+water was now flowing in the opposite direction--
+toward the mountains.
+
+They began to recognize the scenes they had
+passed, and by and by they came in sight of the
+little house of the Quadlings again. The man
+was standing on the river bank and he called
+to them:
+
+"How do you do? Glad to see you again. I forgot
+to tell you that the river changes its direction
+every little while. Sometimes it flows one way,
+and sometimes the other."
+
+They had no time to answer him, for the raft
+was swept past the house and a long distance on
+the other side of it.
+
+"We're going just the way we don't want to
+go," said Dorothy, "and I guess the best thing
+we can do is to get to land before we're carried
+any farther."
+
+But they could not get to land. They had
+no oars, nor even a pole to guide the raft with.
+The logs which bore them floated in the middle
+of the stream and were held fast in that position
+by the strong current.
+
+So they sat still and waited and, even while
+they were wondering what could be done, the raft
+slowed down, stopped, and began drifting the other
+way--in the direction it had first followed. After
+a time they repassed the Quadling house and the
+man was still standing on the bank. He cried out
+to them:
+
+"Good day! Glad to see you again. I expect
+I shall see you a good many times, as you go
+by, unless you happen to swim ashore."
+
+By that time they had left him behind and
+were headed once more straight toward the
+Winkie Country.
+
+"This is pretty hard luck," said Ojo in a
+discouraged voice. "The Trick River keeps
+changing, it seems, and here we must float back
+and forward forever, unless we manage in some way
+to get ashore."
+
+"Can you swim?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"No; I'm Ojo the Unlucky."
+
+"Neither can I. Toto can swim a little, but
+that won't help us to get to shore."
+
+"I don't know whether I could swim, or not,"
+remarked Scraps; "but if I tried it I'd surely ruin
+my lovely patches."
+
+"My straw would get soggy in the water and
+I would sink," said the Scarecrow.
+
+So there seemed no way out of their dilemma
+and being helpless they simply sat still. Ojo,
+who was on the front of the raft, looked over
+into the water and thought he saw some large
+fishes swimming about. He found a loose end
+of the clothesline which fastened the logs
+together, and taking a gold nail from his pocket
+he bent it nearly double, to form a hook, and
+tied it to the end of the line. Having baited the
+hook with some bread which he broke from his
+loaf, he dropped the line into the water and
+almost instantly it was seized by a great fish.
+
+They knew it was a great fish, because it
+pulled so hard on the line that it dragged the
+raft forward even faster than the current of the
+river had carried it. The fish was frightened,
+and it was a strong swimmer. As the other end
+of the clothesline was bound around the logs
+he could not get it away, and as he had greedily
+swallowed the gold hook at the first bite he
+could not get rid of that, either.
+
+When they reached the place where the current
+had before changed, the fish was still swimming
+ahead in its wild attempt to escape. The raft
+slowed down, yet it did not stop, because the fish
+would not let it. It continued to move in the same
+direction it had been going. As the current
+reversed and rushed backward on its course it
+failed to drag the raft with it. Slowly, inch by
+inch, they floated on, and the fish tugged and
+tugged and kept them going.
+
+"I hope he won't give up," said Ojo anxiously.
+"If the fish can hold out until the current
+changes again, we'll be all right."
+
+The fish did not give up, but held the raft
+bravely on its course, till at last the water in
+the river shifted again and floated them the way
+they wanted to go. But now the captive fish
+found its strength failing. Seeking a refuge, it
+began to drag the raft toward the shore. As they
+did not wish to land in this place the boy cut
+the rope with his pocket-knife and set the fish
+free, just in time to prevent the raft from
+grounding.
+
+The next time the river backed up the Scarecrow
+managed to seize the branch of a tree that
+overhung the water and they all assisted him to
+hold fast and prevent the raft from being carried
+backward. While they waited here, Ojo spied a long
+broken branch lying upon the bank, so he leaped
+ashore and got it. When he had stripped off the
+side shoots he believed he could use the branch as
+a pole, to guide the raft in case of emergency.
+
+They clung to the tree until they found the
+water flowing the right way, when they let go
+and permitted the raft to resume its voyage. In
+spite of these pauses they were really making
+good progress toward the Winkie Country and
+having found a way to conquer the adverse
+current their spirits rose considerably. They
+could see little of the country through which
+they were passing, because of the high banks,
+and they met with no boats or other craft upon
+the surface of the river.
+
+Once more the trick river reversed its current,
+but this time the Scarecrow was on guard and
+used the pole to push the raft toward a big
+rock which lay in the water. He believed the
+rock would prevent their floating backward with
+the current, and so it did. They clung to this
+anchorage until the water resumed its proper
+direction, when they allowed the raft to drift on.
+
+Floating around a bend they saw ahead a high
+bank of water, extending across the entire river,
+and toward this they were being irresistibly
+carried. There being no way to arrest the progress
+of the raft they clung fast to the logs and let
+the river sweep them on. Swiftly the raft climbed
+the bank of water and slid down on the other side,
+plunging its edge deep into the water and
+drenching them all with spray.
+
+As again the raft righted and drifted on,
+Dorothy and Ojo laughed at the ducking they had
+received; but Scraps was much dismayed and the
+Scarecrow took out his handkerchief and wiped the
+water off the Patchwork Girl's patches as well as
+he was able to. The sun soon dried her and the
+colors of her patches proved good, for they did
+not run together nor did they fade.
+
+After passing the wall of water the current did
+not change or flow backward any more but continued
+to sweep them steadily forward. The banks of the
+river grew lower, too, permitting them to see more
+of the country, and presently they discovered
+yellow buttercups and dandelions growing amongst
+the grass, from which evidence they knew they had
+reached the Winkie Country.
+
+"Don't you think we ought to land?" Dorothy
+asked the Scarecrow.
+
+"Pretty soon," he replied. "The Tin Woodman's
+castle is in the southern part of the Winkie
+Country, and so it can't be a great way from
+here."
+
+Fearing they might drift too far, Dorothy and
+Ojo now stood up and raised the Scarecrow in
+their arms, as high as they could, thus allowing
+him a good view of the country. For a time he
+saw nothing he recognized, but finally he cried:
+
+"There it is! There it is!"
+
+"What?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"The Tin Woodman's tin castle. I can see
+its turrets glittering in the sun. It's quite a way
+off, but we'd better land as quickly as we can."
+
+They let him down and began to urge the raft
+toward the shore by means of the pole. It obeyed
+very well, for the current was more sluggish
+now, and soon they had reached the bank and
+landed safely.
+
+The Winkie Country was really beautiful,
+and across the fields they could see afar the
+silvery sheen of the tin castle. With light hearts
+they hurried toward it, being fully rested by
+their long ride on the river.
+
+By and by they began to cross an immense
+field of splendid yellow lilies, the delicate
+fragrance of which was very delightful.
+
+"How beautiful they are!" cried Dorothy,
+stopping to admire the perfection of these
+exquisite flowers.
+
+"Yes," said the Scarecrow, reflectively, "but
+we must be careful not to crush or injure any
+of these lilies."
+
+"Why not?" asked Ojo.
+
+"The Tin Woodman is very kind-hearted,"
+was the reply, "and he hates to see any living
+thing hurt in any way.
+
+"Are flowers alive?" asked Scraps.
+
+"Yes, of course. And these flowers belong to
+the Tin Woodman. So, in order not to offend
+him, we must not tread on a single blossom."
+
+"Once," said Dorothy, "the Tin Woodman
+stepped on a beetle and killed the little creature.
+That made him very unhappy and he cried until
+his tears rusted his joints, so he couldn't move
+'em."
+
+"What did he do then?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Put oil on them, until the joints worked
+smooth again.
+
+"Oh!" exclaimed the boy, as if a great discovery
+had flashed across his mind. But he did not tell
+anybody what the discovery was and kept the idea
+to himself.
+
+It was a long walk, but a pleasant one, and
+they did not mind it a bit. Late in the afternoon
+they drew near to the wonderful tin castle of
+the Emperor of the Winkies, and Ojo and
+Scraps, who had never seen it before, were
+filled with amazement.
+
+Tin abounded in the Winkie Country and
+the Winkies were said to be the most skillful
+tinsmiths in all the world. So the Tin Woodman
+had employed them in building his magnificent
+castle, which was all of tin, from the ground to
+the tallest turret, and so brightly polished that
+it glittered in the sun's rays more gorgeously
+than silver. Around the grounds of the castle
+ran a tin wall, with tin gates; but the gates stood
+wide open because the Emperor had no enemies
+to disturb him.
+
+When they entered the spacious grounds our
+travelers found more to admire. Tin fountains sent
+sprays of clear water far into the air and there
+were many beds of tin flowers, all as perfectly
+formed as any natural flowers might be. There
+were tin trees, too, and here and there shady
+bowers of tin, with tin benches and chairs to sit
+upon. Also, on the sides of the pathway leading up
+to the front door of the castle, were rows of tin
+statuary, very cleverly executed. Among these Ojo
+recognized statues of Dorothy, Toto, the
+Scarecrow, the Wizard, the Shaggy Man, Jack
+Pumpkinhead and Ozma, all standing upon neat
+pedestals of tin.
+
+Toto was well acquainted with the residence of
+the Tin Woodman and, being assured a joyful
+welcome, he ran ahead and barked so loudly at the
+front door that the Tin Woodman heard him and came
+out in person to see if it were really his old
+friend Toto. Next moment the tin man had clasped
+the Scarecrow in a warm embrace and then turned
+to hug Dorothy. But now his eye was arrested by
+the strange sight of the Patchwork Girl, and he
+gazed upon her in mingled wonder and admiration.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Seven
+
+The Tin Woodman Objects
+
+
+The Tin Woodman was one of the most important
+personages in all Oz. Though Emperor of the
+Winkies, he owed allegiance to Ozma, who ruled all
+the land, and the girl and the tin man were warm
+personal friends. He was something of a dandy and
+kept his tin body brilliantly polished and his tin
+joints well oiled. Also he was very courteous in
+manner and so kind and gentle that everyone loved
+him. The Emperor greeted Ojo and Scraps with
+cordial hospitality and ushered the entire party
+into his handsome tin parlor, where all the
+furniture and pictures were made of tin. The walls
+were paneled with tin and from the tin ceiling
+hung tin chandeliers.
+
+The Tin Woodman wanted to know, first of
+all, where Dorothy had found the Patchwork
+Girl, so between them the visitors told the story
+of how Scraps was made, as well as the accident
+to Margolotte and Unc Nunkie and how Ojo
+had set out upon a journey to procure the things
+needed for the Crooked Magician's magic
+charm. Then Dorothy told of their adventures
+in the Quadling Country and how at last they
+succeeded in getting the water from a dark well.
+
+While the little girl was relating these
+adventures the Tin Woodman sat in an easy chair
+listening with intense interest, while the others
+sat grouped around him. Ojo, however, had kept his
+eyes fixed upon the body of the tin Emperor, and
+now he noticed that under the joint of his left
+knee a tiny drop of oil was forming. He watched
+this drop of oil with a fast-beating heart, and
+feeling in his pocket brought out a tiny vial of
+crystal, which he held secreted in his hand.
+
+Presently the Tin Woodman changed his
+position, and at once Ojo, to the astonishment
+of all, dropped to the floor and held his crystal
+vial under the Emperor's knee joint. Just then
+the drop of oil fell, and they boy caught it in
+his bottle and immediately corked it tight. Then,
+with a red face and embarrassed manner, he rose
+to confront the others.
+
+"What in the world were you doing?" asked
+the Tin Woodman.
+
+"I caught a drop of oil that fell from your
+knee-joint," confessed Ojo.
+
+"A drop of oil!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman.
+"Dear me, how careless my valet must have
+been in oiling me this morning. I'm afraid I
+shall have to scold the fellow, for I can't be
+dropping oil wherever I go."
+
+"Never mind," said Dorothy. Ojo seems glad
+to have the oil, for some reason."
+
+"Yes," declared the Munchkin boy, "I am
+glad. For one of the things the Crooked Magician
+sent me to get was a drop of oil from a live man's
+body. I had no idea, at first, that there was such
+a thing; but it's now safe in the little crystal
+vial."
+
+"You are very welcome to it, indeed," said
+the Tin Woodman. "Have you now secured all
+the things you were in search of?"
+
+"Not quite all," answered Ojo. "There were five
+things I had to get, and I have found four of
+them. I have the three hairs in the tip of a
+Woozy's tail, a six-leaved clover, a gill of water
+from a dark well and a drop of oil from a live
+man's body. The last thing is the easiest of all
+to get, and I'm sure that my dear Unc Nunkie--and
+good Margolotte, as well--will soon be restored to
+life."
+
+The Munchkin boy said this with much pride and
+pleasure.
+
+"Good!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman; "I
+congratulate you. But what is the fifth and last
+thing you need, in order to complete the magic
+charm?"
+
+"The left wing of a yellow butterfly," said
+Ojo. "In this yellow country, and with your
+kind assistance, that ought to be very easy to
+find."
+
+The Tin Woodman stared at him in amazement.
+
+"Surely you are joking!" he said.
+
+"No," replied Ojo, much surprised; "I am in
+earnest."
+
+"But do you think for a moment that I would
+permit you, or anyone else, to pull the left wing
+from a yellow butterfly?" demanded the Tin Woodman
+sternly.
+
+"Why not, sir?"
+
+"Why not? You ask me why not? It would be
+cruel--one of the most cruel and heartless deeds
+I ever heard of," asserted the Tin Woodman.
+"The butterflies are among the prettiest of all
+created things, and they are very sensitive to
+pain. To tear a wing from one would cause it
+exquisite torture and it would soon die in great
+agony. I would not permit such a wicked deed
+under any circumstances!"
+
+Ojo was astounded at hearing this. Dorothy, too,
+looked grave and disconcerted, but she knew in her
+heart that the Tin Woodman was right. The
+Scarecrow nodded his head in approval of his
+friend's speech, so it was evident that he agreed
+with the Emperor's decision. Scraps looked from
+one to another in perplexity.
+
+"Who cares for a butterfly?" she asked.
+
+"Don't you?" inquired the Tin Woodman.
+
+"Not the snap of a finger, for I have no heart,"
+said the Patchwork Girl. "But I want to help
+Ojo, who is my friend, to rescue the uncle whom
+he loves, and I'd kill a dozen useless butterflies
+to enable him to do that."
+
+The Tin Woodman sighed regretfully.
+
+"You have kind instincts," he said, "and with a
+heart you would indeed be a fine creature. I
+cannot blame you for your heartless remark, as you
+cannot understand the feelings of those who
+possess hearts. I, for instance, have a very neat
+and responsive heart which the wonderful Wizard
+of Oz once gave me, and so I shall never--never--
+never permit a poor yellow butterfly to be
+tortured by anyone."
+
+"The yellow country of the Winkies," said Ojo
+sadly, "is the only place in Oz where a yellow
+butterfly can be found."
+
+"I'm glad of that," said the Tin Woodman.
+"As I rule the Winkie Country, I can protect
+my butterflies."
+
+Unless I get the wing--just one left wing--"
+said Ojo miserably, "I can't save Unc Nunkie."
+
+"Then he must remain a marble statue forever,"
+declared the Tin Emperor, firmly.
+
+Ojo wiped his eyes, for he could not hold back
+the tears.
+
+"I'll tell you what to do," said Scraps. "We'll
+take a whole yellow butterfly, alive and well, to
+the Crooked Magician, and let him pull the left
+wing off."
+
+"No, you won't," said the Tin Woodman.
+"You can't have one of my dear little butterflies
+to treat in that way.
+
+"Then what in the world shall we do?" asked
+Dorothy.
+
+They all became silent and thoughtful. No
+one spoke for a long time. Then the Tin Woodman
+suddenly roused himself and said:
+
+"We must all go back to the Emerald City
+and ask Ozma's advice. She's a wise little girl,
+our Ruler, and she may find a way to help Ojo
+save his Unc Nunkie."
+
+So the following morning the party started
+on the journey to the Emerald City, which they
+reached in due time without any important
+adventure. It was a sad journey for Ojo, for
+without the wing of the yellow butterfly he saw
+no way to save Unc Nunkie--unless he waited
+six years for the Crooked Magician to make a
+new lot of the Powder of Life. The boy was
+utterly discouraged, and as he walked along he
+groaned aloud.
+
+"Is anything hurting you?" inquired the Tin
+Woodman in a kindly tone, for the Emperor
+was with the party.
+
+"I'm Ojo the Unlucky," replied the boy. "I
+might have known I would fail in anything
+I tried to do."
+
+"Why are you Ojo the Unlucky?" asked the tin
+man.
+
+"Because I was born on a Friday."
+
+"Friday is not unlucky," declared the Emperor.
+"It's just one of seven days. Do you suppose all
+the world becomes unlucky one-seventh of the
+time?"
+
+"It was the thirteenth day of the month," said
+Ojo.
+
+"Thirteen! Ah, that is indeed a lucky number,"
+replied the Tin Woodman. "All my good luck seems
+to happen on the thirteenth. I suppose most
+people never notice the good luck that comes to
+them with the number 13, and yet if the least bit
+of bad luck falls on that day, they blame it to
+the number, and not to the proper cause."
+
+"Thirteen's my lucky number, too," remarked the
+Scarecrow
+
+"And mine," said Scraps. "I've just thirteen
+patches on my head."
+
+"But," continued Ojo, "I'm left-handed."
+
+"Many of our greatest men are that way,"
+asserted the Emperor. "To be left-handed is
+usually to be two-handed; the right-handed people
+are usually one-handed."
+
+"And I've a wart under my right arm," said Ojo.
+
+"How lucky!" cried the Tin Woodman. "If
+it were on the end of your nose it might be
+unlucky, but under your arm it is luckily out
+of the way."
+
+"For all those reasons," said the Munchkin
+boy, "I have been called Ojo the Unlucky."
+
+"Then we must turn over a new leaf and call you
+henceforth Ojo the Lucky," declared the tin man.
+"Every reason you have given is absurd. But I have
+noticed that those who continually dread ill luck
+and fear it will overtake them, have no time to
+take advantage of any good fortune that comes
+their way. Make up your mind to be Ojo the
+Lucky."
+
+"How can I?" asked the boy, "when all my
+attempts to save my dear uncle have failed?"
+
+"Never give up, Ojo," advised Dorothy. "No
+one ever knows what's going to happen next."
+
+Ojo did not reply, but he was so dejected that
+even their arrival at the Emerald City failed to
+interest him.
+
+The people joyfully cheered the appearance of
+the Tin Woodman, the Scarecrow and Dorothy, who
+were all three general favorites, and on entering
+the royal palace word came to them from Ozma that
+she would at once grant them an audience.
+
+Dorothy told the girl Ruler how successful
+they had been in their quest until they came to
+the item of the yellow butterfly, which the Tin
+Woodman positively refused to sacrifice to the
+magic potion.
+
+"He is quite right," said Ozma, who did not seem
+a bit surprised. "Had Ojo told me that one of the
+things he sought was the wing of a yellow
+butterfly I would have informed him, before he
+started out, that he could never secure it. Then
+you would have been saved the troubles and
+annoyances of your long journey."
+
+"I didn't mind the journey at all," said
+Dorothy; "it was fun."
+
+"As it has turned out," remarked Ojo, "I can
+never get the things the Crooked Magician sent
+me for; and so, unless I wait the six years for
+him to make the Powder of Life, Unc Nunkie
+cannot be saved."
+
+Ozma smiled.
+
+"Dr. Pipt will make no more Powder of Life,
+I promise you," said she. "I have sent for him
+and had him brought to this palace, where he
+now is, and his four kettles have been destroyed
+and his book of recipes burned up. I have also
+had brought here the marble statues of your
+uncle and of Margolotte, which are standing in
+the next room.
+
+They were all greatly astonished at this
+announcement.
+
+"Oh, let me see Unc Nunkie! Let me see him
+at once, please!" cried Ojo eagerly.
+
+"Wait a moment," replied Ozma, "for I have
+something more to say. Nothing that happens
+in the Land of Oz escapes the notice of our wise
+Sorceress, Glinda the Good. She knew all about
+the magic-making of Dr. Pipt, and how he had
+brought the Glass Cat and the Patchwork Girl
+to life, and the accident to Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte, and of Ojo's quest and his journey
+with Dorothy. Glinda also knew that Ojo would
+fail to find all the things he sought, so she sent
+for our Wizard and instructed him what to do.
+Something is going to happen in this palace,
+presently, and that 'something' will, I am sure,
+please you all. And now," continued the girl
+Ruler, rising from her chair, "you may follow
+me into the next room."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Eight
+
+The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
+
+
+When Ojo entered the room he ran quickly to
+the statue of Unc Nunkie and kissed the marble
+face affectionately.
+
+"I did my best, Unc," he said, with a sob, "but
+it was no use!"
+
+Then he drew back and looked around the room,
+and the sight of the assembled company quite
+amazed him.
+
+Aside from the marble statues of Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte, the Glass Cat was there, curled up on
+a rug; and the Woozy was there, sitting on its
+square hind legs and looking on the scene with
+solemn interest; and there was the Shaggy Man, in
+a suit of shaggy pea-green satin, and at a table
+sat the little Wizard, looking quite important and
+as if he knew much more than he cared to tell.
+
+Last of all, Dr. Pipt was there, and the
+Crooked Magician sat humped up in a chair,
+seeming very dejected but keeping his eyes fixed
+on the lifeless form of his wife Margolotte,
+whom he fondly loved but whom he now feared
+was lost to him forever.
+
+Ozma took a chair which Jellia Jamb wheeled
+forward for the Ruler, and back of her stood the
+Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and Dorothy, as
+well as the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry
+Tiger. The Wizard now arose and made a low
+bow to Ozma and another less deferent bow to
+the assembled company.
+
+"Ladies and gentlemen and beasts," he said,
+"I beg to announce that our Gracious Ruler has
+permitted me to obey the commands of the great
+Sorceress, Glinda the Good, whose humble Assistant
+I am proud to be. We have discovered that the
+Crooked Magician has been indulging in his magical
+arts contrary to Law, and therefore, by Royal
+Edict, I hereby deprive him of all power to work
+magic in the future. He is no longer a crooked
+magician, but a simple Munchkin; he is no longer
+even crooked, but a man like other men.
+
+As he pronounced these words the Wizard
+waved his hand toward Dr. Pipt and instantly
+every crooked limb straightened out and became
+perfect. The former magician, with a cry of joy,
+sprang to his feet, looked at himself in wonder,
+and then fell back in his chair and watched the
+Wizard with fascinated interest.
+
+"The Glass Cat, which Dr. Pipt lawlessly
+made," continued the Wizard, "is a pretty cat,
+but its pink brains made it so conceited that it
+was a disagreeable companion to everyone. So
+the other day I took away the pink brains and
+replaced them with transparent ones, and now
+the Glass Cat is so modest and well behaved
+that Ozma has decided to keep her in the palace
+as a pet."
+
+"I thank you," said the cat, in a soft voice.
+
+"The Woozy has proved himself a good Woozy and a
+faithful friend," the Wizard went on, "so we will
+send him to the Royal Menagerie, where he will
+have good care and plenty to eat all his life."
+
+"Much obliged," said the Woozy. "That beats
+being fenced up in a lonely forest and starved."
+
+"As for the Patchwork Girl," resumed the Wizard,
+"she is so remarkable in appearance, and so clever
+and good tempered, that our Gracious Ruler intends
+to preserve her carefully, as one of the
+curiosities of the curious Land of Oz. Scraps may
+live in the palace, or wherever she pleases, and
+be nobody's servant but her own."
+
+"That's all right," said Scraps.
+
+"We have all been interested in Ojo," the little
+Wizard continued, "because his love for his
+unfortunate uncle has led him bravely to face all
+sorts of dangers, in order that he might rescue
+him. The Munchkin boy has a loyal and generous
+heart and has done his best to restore Unc Nunkie
+to life. He has failed, but there are others more
+powerful than the Crooked Magician, and there are
+more ways than Dr. Pipt knew of to destroy the
+charm of the Liquid of Petrifaction. Glinda the
+Good has told me of one way, and you shall now
+learn how great is the knowledge and power of our
+peerless Sorceress."
+
+As he said this the Wizard advanced to the
+statue of Margolote and made a magic pass, at
+the same time muttering a magic word that
+none could hear distinctly. At once the woman
+moved, turned her head wonderingly this way
+and that, to note all who stood before her, and
+seeing Dr. Pipt, ran forward and threw herself
+into her husband's outstretched arms.
+
+Then the Wizard made the magic pass and
+spoke the magic word before the statue of Unc
+Nunkie. The old Munchkin immediately came
+to life and with a low bow to the Wizard said:
+"Thanks."
+
+But now Ojo rushed up and threw his arms
+joyfully about his uncle, and the old man
+hugged his little nephew tenderly and stroked
+his hair and wiped away the boy's tears with a
+handkerchief, for Ojo was crying from pure
+happiness.
+
+Ozma came forward to congratulate them.
+
+"I have given to you, my dear Ojo and Unc
+Nunkie, a nice house just outside the walls of
+the Emerald City," she said, "and there you
+shall make your future home and be under my
+protection."
+
+"Didn't I say you were Ojo the Lucky?"
+asked the Tin Woodman, as everyone crowded
+around to shake Ojo's hand.
+
+"Yes; and it is true!" replied Ojo, gratefully.
+
+
+
+
+
+The Wonderful Oz Books by L. Frank Baum
+
+THE WIZARD OF OZ
+THE LAND OF OZ
+OZMA OF OZ
+DOROTHY AND THE WIZARD IN OZ
+THE ROAD TO OZ
+THE EMERALD CITY OF OZ
+THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ
+TIK-TOK OF OZ
+THE SCARECROW OF OZ
+RINKITINK IN OZ
+THE LOST PRINCESS OF OZ
+THE TIN WOODMAN OF OZ
+THE MAGIC OF OZ
+GLINDA OF OZ
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Etext of The Patchwork Girl of Oz by Baum
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+<h1>THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ</h1>
+
+<br><br>
+
+<h2>By L. FRANK BAUM</h2>
+
+ <br><br><br><br>
+
+
+<p>Affectionately dedicated to my young friend Sumner Hamilton
+Britton of Chicago<br>
+</p>
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_1">Prologue<br>
+</h1>
+
+<p>Through the kindness of Dorothy Gale of Kansas, afterward
+Princess Dorothy of Oz, an humble writer in the United States of
+America was once appointed Royal Historian of Oz, with the
+privilege of writing the chronicle of that wonderful fairyland.
+But after making six books about the adventures of those
+interesting but queer people who live in the Land of Oz, the
+Historian learned with sorrow that by an edict of the Supreme
+Ruler, Ozma of Oz, her country would thereafter be rendered
+invisible to all who lived outside its borders and that all
+communication with Oz would, in the future, be cut off.<br>
+</p>
+
+The children who had learned to look for the books about Oz and
+who loved the stories about the gay and happy people inhabiting
+that favored country, were as sorry as their Historian that there
+would be no more books of Oz stories. They wrote many letters
+asking if the Historian did not know of some adventures to write
+about that had happened before the Land of Oz was shut out from
+all the rest of the world. But he did not know of any. Finally
+one of the children inquired why we couldn't hear from Princess
+Dorothy by wireless telegraph, which would enable her to
+communicate to the Historian whatever happened in the far-off
+Land of Oz without his seeing her, or even knowing just where Oz
+is. <br>
+<p>That seemed a good idea; so the Historian rigged up a high
+tower in his back yard, and took lessons in wireless telegraphy
+until he understood it, and then began to call "Princess Dorothy
+of Oz" by sending messages into the air.<br>
+</p>
+
+Now, it wasn't likely that Dorothy would be looking for wireless
+messages or would heed the call; but one thing the Historian was
+sure of, and that was that the powerful Sorceress, Glinda, would
+know what he was doing and that he desired to communicate with
+Dorothy. For Glinda has a big book in which is recorded every
+event that takes place anywhere in the world, just the moment
+that it happens, and so of course the book would tell her about
+the wireless message. <br>
+<p>And that was the way Dorothy heard that the Historian wanted
+to speak with her, and there was a Shaggy Man in the Land of Oz
+who knew how to telegraph a wireless reply. The result was that
+the Historian begged so hard to be told the latest news of Oz, so
+that he could write it down for the children to read, that
+Dorothy asked permission of Ozma and Ozma graciously
+consented.<br>
+</p>
+
+That is why, after two long years of waiting, another Oz story is
+now presented to the children of America. This would not have
+been possible had not some clever man invented the "wireless" and
+an equally clever child suggested the idea of reaching the
+mysterious Land of Oz by its means. <br>
+<p>L. Frank Baum.<br>
+</p>
+
+"OZCOT" at Hollywood in California <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+The Patchwork Girl of Oz <br>
+<h1 id="ref_2">Chapter One</h1>
+
+<br>
+Ojo and Unc Nunkie <br>
+<p>"Where's the butter, Unc Nunkie?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+Unc looked out of the window and stroked his long beard. Then he
+turned to the Munchkin boy and shook his head. <br>
+<p>"Isn't," said he.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Isn't any butter? That's too bad, Unc. Where's the jam then?"
+inquired Ojo, standing on a stool so he could look through all
+the shelves of the cupboard. But Unc Nunkie shook his head again.
+<br>
+<p>"Gone," he said.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No jam, either? And no cake--no jelly--no apples--nothing but
+bread?" <br>
+<p>"All," said Unc, again stroking his beard as he gazed from the
+window.<br>
+</p>
+
+The little boy brought the stool and sat be side his uncle,
+munching the dry bread slowly and seeming in deep thought. <br>
+<p>"Nothing grows in our yard but the bread tree," he mused, "and
+there are only two more loaves on that tree; and they're not ripe
+yet. Tell me, Unc; why are we so poor?"<br>
+</p>
+
+The old Munchkin turned and looked at Ojo. He had kindly eyes,
+but he hadn't smiled or laughed in so long that the boy had
+forgotten that Unc Nunkie could look any other way than solemn.
+And Unc never spoke any more words than he was obliged to, so his
+little nephew, who lived alone with him, had learned to
+understand a great deal from one word. <br>
+<p>"Why are we so poor, Unc?" repeated the<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not," said the old Munchkin. <br>
+<p>"I think we are," declared Ojo. "What have we got?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"House," said Unc Nunkie. <br>
+<p>"I know; but everyone in the Land of Oz has a place to live.
+What else, Unc?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Bread." <br>
+<p>"I'm eating the last loaf that's ripe. There; I've put aside
+your share, Unc. It's on the table, so you can eat it when you
+get hungry. But when that is gone, what shall we eat, Unc?"<br>
+</p>
+
+The old man shifted in his chair but merely shook his head. <br>
+<p>"Of course," said Ojo, who was obliged to talk because his
+uncle would not, "no one starves in the Land of Oz, either. There
+is plenty for everyone, you know; only, if it isn't just where
+you happen to be, you must go where it is."<br>
+</p>
+
+The aged Munchkin wriggled again and stared at his small nephew
+as if disturbed by his argument. <br>
+<p>"By tomorrow morning," the boy went on, we must go where there
+is something to eat, or we shall grow very hungry and become very
+unhappy."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Where?" asked Unc. <br>
+<p>"Where shall we go? I don't know, I'm sure," replied Ojo. "But
+you must know, Unc. You must have traveled, in your time, because
+you're so old. I don't remember it, because ever since I could
+remember anything we've lived right here in this lonesome, round
+house, with a little garden back of it and the thick woods all
+around. All I've ever seen of the great Land of Oz, Unc dear, is
+the view of that mountain over at the south, where they say the
+Hammerheads live--who won't let anybody go by them--and that
+mountain at the north, where they say nobody lives."<br>
+</p>
+
+"One," declared Unc, correcting him. <br>
+<p>"Oh, yes; one family lives there, I've heard. That's the
+Crooked Magician, who is named Dr. Pipt, and his wife Margolotte.
+One year you told me about them; I think it took you a whole
+year, Unc, to say as much as I've just said about the Crooked
+Magician and his wife. They live high up on the mountain, and the
+good Munchkin Country, where the fruits and flowers grow, is just
+the other side. It's funny you and I should live here all alone,
+in the middle of the forest, Isn't it?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," said Unc. <br>
+<p>"Then let's go away and visit the Munchkin Country and its
+jolly, good-natured people. I'd love to get a sight of something
+besides woods, Unc Nunkie."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Too little," said Unc. <br>
+<p>"Why, I'm not so little as I used to be," answered the boy
+earnestly. "I think I can walk as far and as fast through the
+woods as you can, Unc. And now that nothing grows in our back
+yard that is good to eat, we must go where there is food."<br>
+</p>
+
+Unc Nunkie made no reply for a time. Then he shut down the window
+and turned his chair to face the room, for the sun was sinking
+behind the tree-tops and it was growing cool. <br>
+<p>By and by Ojo lighted the fire and the logs blazed freely in
+the broad fireplace. The two sat in the firelight a long
+time--the old, whitebearded Munchkin and the little boy. Both
+were thinking. When it grew quite dark out-side, Ojo said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Eat your bread, Unc, and then we will go to bed." <br>
+<p>But Unc Nunkie did not eat the bread; neither did he go
+directly to bed. Long after his little nephew was sound asleep in
+the corner of the room the old man sat by the fire, thinking.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_3">Chapter Two</h1>
+
+<br>
+The Crooked Magician <br>
+<p>Just at dawn next morning Unc Nunkie laid his hand tenderly on
+Ojo's head and awakened him.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Come," he said. <br>
+<p>Ojo dressed. He wore blue silk stockings, blue knee pants with
+gold buckles, a blue ruffled waist and a jacket of bright blue
+braided with gold. His shoes were of blue leather and turned up
+at the toes, which were pointed. His hat had a peaked crown and a
+flat brim, and around the brim was a row of tiny golden bells
+that tinkled when he moved. This was the native costume of those
+who inhabited the Munchkin Country of the Land of Oz, so Unc
+Nunkie's dress was much like that of his nephew. Instead of
+shoes, the old man wore boots with turnover tops and his blue
+coat had wide cuffs of gold braid.<br>
+</p>
+
+The boy noticed that his uncle had not eaten the bread, and
+supposed the old man had not been hungry. Ojo was hungry, though;
+so he divided the piece of bread upon the table and ate his half
+for breakfast, washing it down with fresh, cool water from the
+brook. Unc put the other piece of bread in his jacket pocket,
+after which he again said, as he walked out through the doorway:
+"Come." <br>
+<p>Ojo was well pleased. He was dreadfully tired of living all
+alone in the woods and wanted to travel and see people. For a
+long time he had wished to explore the beautiful Land of Oz in
+which they lived. When they were outside, Unc simply latched the
+door and started up the path. No one would disturb their little
+house, even if anyone came so far into the thick forest while
+they were gone.<br>
+</p>
+
+At the foot of the mountain that separated the Country of the
+Munchkins from the Country of the Gillikins, the path divided.
+One way led to the left and the other to the right--straight up
+the mountain. Unc Nunkie took this right--hand path and Ojo
+followed without asking why. He knew it would take them to the
+house of the Crooked Magician, whom he had never seen but who was
+their nearest neighbor. <br>
+<p>All the morning they trudged up the mountain path and at noon
+Unc and Ojo sat on a fallen tree-trunk and ate the last of the
+bread which the old Munchkin had placed in his pocket. Then they
+started on again and two hours later came in sight of the house
+of Dr. Pipt.<br>
+</p>
+
+It was a big house, round, as were all the Munchkin houses, and
+painted blue, which is the distinctive color of the Munchkin
+Country of Oz. There was a pretty garden around the house, where
+blue trees and blue flowers grew in abundance and in one place
+were beds of blue cabbages, blue carrots and blue lettuce, all of
+which were delicious to eat. In Dr. Pipt's garden grew buntrees,
+cake-trees, cream-puff bushes, blue buttercups which yielded
+excellent blue butter and a row of chocolate-caramel plants.
+Paths of blue gravel divided the vegetable and flower beds and a
+wider path led up to the front door. The place was in a clearing
+on the mountain, but a little way off was the grim forest, which
+completely surrounded it. <br>
+<p>Unc knocked at the door of the house and a chubby,
+pleasant-faced woman, dressed all in blue, opened it and greeted
+the visitors with a smile.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ah," said Ojo; "you must be Dame Margolotte, the good wife of
+Dr. Pipt." <br>
+<p>"I am, my dear, and all strangers are welcome to my home."<br>
+</p>
+
+"May we see the famous Magician, Madam?" <br>
+<p>"He is very busy just now," she said, shaking her head
+doubtfully. "But come in and let me give you something to eat,
+for you must have traveled far in order to get our lonely
+place."<br>
+</p>
+
+"We have," replied Ojo, as he and Unc entered the house. "We have
+come from a far lonelier place than this." <br>
+<p>"A lonelier place! And in the Munchkin Country?" she
+exclaimed. "Then it must be somewhere in the Blue Forest."<br>
+</p>
+
+"It is, good Dame Margolotte." <br>
+<p>"Dear me!" she said, looking at the man, "you must be Unc
+Nunkie, known as the Silent One." Then she looked at the boy.
+"And you must be Ojo the Unlucky," she added.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," said Unc. <br>
+<p>"I never knew I was called the Unlucky," said Ojo, soberly;
+"but it is really a good name for me."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well," remarked the woman, as she bustled around the room and
+set the table and brought food from the cupboard, "you were
+unlucky to live all alone in that dismal forest, which is much
+worse than the forest around here; but perhaps your luck will
+change, now you are away from it. If, during your travels, you
+can manage to lose that 'Un' at the beginning of your name
+Unlucky,' you will then become Ojo the Lucky, which will be a
+great improvement." <br>
+<p>"How can I lose that 'Un,' Dame Margolotte?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"I do not know how, but you must keep the matter in mind and
+perhaps the chance will come to you," she replied. <br>
+<p>Ojo had never eaten such a fine meal in all his life. There
+was a savory stew, smoking hot, a dish of blue peas, a bowl of
+sweet milk of a delicate blue tint and a blue pudding with blue
+plums in it. When the visitors had eaten heartily of this fare
+the woman said to them:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Do you wish to see Dr. Pipt on business or for pleasure?" <br>
+<p>Unc shook his head.<br>
+</p>
+
+"We are traveling," replied Ojo, "and we stopped at your house
+just to rest and refresh ourselves. I do not think Unc Nunkie
+cares very much to see the famous Crooked Magician; but for my
+part I am curious to look at such a great man. <br>
+<p>The woman seemed thoughtful.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I remember that Unc Nunkie and my husband used to be friends,
+many years ago," she said, "so perhaps they will be glad to meet
+again. The Magician is very busy, as I said, but if you will
+promise not to disturb him you may come into his workshop and
+watch him prepare a wonderful charm." <br>
+<p>"Thank you," replied the boy, much pleased. "I would like to
+do that."<br>
+</p>
+
+She led the way to a great domed hall at the back of the house,
+which was the Magician's workshop. There was a row of windows
+extending nearly around the sides of the circular room, which
+rendered the place very light, and there was a back door in
+addition to the one leading to the front part of the house.
+Before the row of windows a broad seat was built and there were
+some chairs and benches in the room besides. At one end stood a
+great fireplace, in which a blue log was blazing with a blue
+flame, and over the fire hung four kettles in a row, all bubbling
+and steaming at a great rate. The Magician was stirring all four
+of these kettles at the same time, two with his hands and two
+with his feet, to the latter, wooden ladles being strapped, for
+this man was so very crooked that his legs were as handy as his
+arms. <br>
+<p>Unc Nunkie came forward to greet his old friend, but not being
+able to shake either his hands or his feet, which were all
+occupied in stirring, he patted the Magician's bald head and
+asked: "What?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ah, it's the Silent One," remarked Dr. Pipt, without looking up,
+"and he wants to know what I'm making. Well, when it is quite
+finished this compound will be the wonderful Powder of Life,
+which no one knows how to make but myself. Whenever it is
+sprinkled on anything, that thing will at once come to life, no
+matter what it is. It takes me several years to make this magic
+Powder, but at this moment I am pleased to say it is nearly done.
+You see, I am making it for my good wife Margolotte, who wants to
+use some of it for a purpose of her own. Sit down and make
+yourself comfortable, Unc Nunkie, and after I've finished my task
+I will talk to you. <br>
+<p>"You must know," said Margolottte, when they were all seated
+together on the broad window-seat, "that my husband foolishly
+gave away all the Powder of Life he first made to old Mombi the
+Witch, who used to live in the Country of the Gillikins, to the
+north of here. Mombi gave to Dr. Pipt a Powder of Perpetual Youth
+in exchange for his Powder of Life, but she cheated him wickedly,
+for the Powder of Youth was no good and could work no magic at
+all."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Perhaps the Powder of Life couldn't either," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Yes; it is perfection," she declared. "The first lot we
+tested on our Glass Cat, which not only began to live but has
+lived ever since. She's somewhere around the house now."<br>
+</p>
+
+"A Glass Cat!" exclaimed Ojo, astonished. <br>
+<p>"Yes; she makes a very pleasant companion, but admires herself
+a little more than is considered modest, and she positively
+refuses to catch mice," explained Margolotte. "My husband made
+the cat some pink brains, but they proved to be too highbred and
+particular for a cat, so she thinks it is undignified in her to
+catch mice. Also she has a pretty blood-red heart, but it is made
+of stone--a ruby, I think--and so is rather hard and unfeeling. I
+think the next Class Cat the Magician makes will have neither
+brains nor heart, for then it will not object to catching mice
+and may prove of some use to us."<br>
+</p>
+
+"What did old Mombi the Witch do with the Powder of Life your
+husband gave her?" asked the boy. <br>
+<p>"She brought Jack Pumpkinhead to life, for one thing," was the
+reply. "I suppose you've heard of jack Pumpkinhead. He is now
+living near the Emerald City and is a great favorite with the
+Princess Ozma, who rules all the Land of Oz."<br>
+</p>
+
+"No; I've never heard of him," remarked Ojo. "I'm afraid I don't
+know much about the Land of Oz. You see, I've lived all my life
+with Unc Nunkie, the Silent One, and there was no one to tell me
+anything." <br>
+<p>"That is one reason you are Ojo the Unlucky," said the woman,
+in a sympathetic tone. "The more one knows, the luckier he is,
+for knowledge is the greatest gift in life."<br>
+</p>
+
+"But tell me, please, what you intend to do With this new lot of
+the Powder of Life, which Dr. Pipt is making. He said his wife
+wanted it for some especial purpose. <br>
+<p>"So I do," she answered. "I want it to bring my Patchwork Girl
+to life."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh! A Patchwork Girl? What is that?" Ojo asked, for this seemed
+even more strange and unusual than a Glass Cat. <br>
+<p>"I think I must show you my Patchwork Girl," said Margolotte,
+laughing at the boy's astonishment, "for she is rather difficult
+to explain. But first I will tell you that for many years I have
+longed for a servant to help me with the housework and to cook
+the meals and wash the dishes. No servant will come here because
+the place is so lonely and out-of-the-way, so my clever husband,
+the Crooked Magician, proposed that I make a girl out of some
+sort of material and he would make her live by sprinkling over
+her the Powder of Life. This seemed an excellent suggestion and
+at once Dr. Pipt set to work to make a new batch of his magic
+powder. He has been at it a long, long while, and so I have had
+plenty of time to make the girl. Yet that task was not so easy as
+you may suppose. At first I couldn't think what to make her of,
+but finally in searching through a chest I came across an old
+patchwork quilt, which my grandmother once made when she was
+young.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What is a patchwork quilt?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"A bed-quilt made of patches of different kinds and colors of
+cloth, all neatly sewed together. The patches are of all shapes
+and sizes, so a patchwork quilt is a very pretty and gorgeous
+thing to look at. Sometimes it is called a 'crazyquilt,' because
+the patches and colors are so mixed up. We never have used my
+grand-mother's manycolored patchwork quilt, hand-some as it is,
+for we Munchkins do not care for any color other than blue, so it
+has been packed away in the chest for about a hundred years. When
+I found it, I said to myself that it would do nicely for my
+servant girl, for when she was brought to life she would not be
+proud nor haughty, as the Glass Cat is, for such a dreadful
+mixture of colors would discourage her from trying to, be as
+dignified as the blue Munchkins are.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Is blue the only respectable color, then?" inquired Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Yes, for a Munchkin. All our country is blue, you know. But
+in other parts of Oz the people favor different colors. At the
+Emerald City, where our Princess Ozma lives, green is the popular
+color. But all Munchkins prefer blue to anything else and when my
+housework girl is brought to life she will find herself to be of
+so many unpopular colors that she'll never dare be rebellious or
+impudent, as servants are sometimes liable to be when they are
+made the same way their mistresses are."<br>
+</p>
+
+Unc Nunkie nodded approval. <br>
+<p>"Good idea," he said; and that was a long speech for Unc
+Nunkie because it was two words.<br>
+</p>
+
+"So I cut up the quilt," continued Margolotte, "and made from it
+a very well-shaped girl, which I stuffed with cotton-wadding. I
+will show you what a good job I did," and she went to a tall
+cupboard and threw open the doors. <br>
+<p>Then back she came, lugging in her arms the Patchwork Girl,
+which she set upon the bench and propped up so that the figure
+would not tumble over.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_4">Chapter Three</h1>
+
+<br>
+The Patchwork Girl <br>
+<p>Ojo examined this curious contrivance with wonder. The
+Patchwork Girl was taller than he, when she stood upright, and
+her body was plump and rounded because it had been so neatly
+stuffed with cotton. Margolotte had first made the girl's form
+from the patchwork quilt and then she had dressed it with a
+patchwork skirt and an apron with pockets in it-using the same
+gay material throughout. Upon the feet she had sewn a pair of red
+leather shoes with pointed toes. All the fingers and thumbs of
+the girl's hands had been carefully formed and stuffed and
+stitched at the edges, with gold plates at the ends to serve as
+finger-nails.<br>
+</p>
+
+"She will have to work, when she comes to life," said Marglotte.
+<br>
+<p>The head of the Patchwork Girl was the most curious part of
+her. While she waited for her husband to finish making his Powder
+of Life the woman had found ample time to complete the head as
+her fancy dictated, and she realized that a good servant's head
+must be properly constructed. The hair was of brown yarn and hung
+down on her neck in several neat braids. Her eyes were two silver
+suspender-buttons cut from a pair of the Magician's old trousers,
+and they were sewed on with black threads, which formed the
+pupils of the eyes. Margolotte had puzzled over the ears for some
+time, for these were important if the servant was to hear
+distinctly, but finally she had made them out of thin plates of
+gold and attached them in place by means of stitches through tiny
+holes bored in the metal. Gold is the most common metal in the
+Land of Oz and is used for many purposes because it is soft and
+pliable.<br>
+</p>
+
+The woman had cut a slit for the Patchwork Girl's mouth and sewn
+two rows of white pearls in it for teeth, using a strip of
+scarlet plush for a tongue. This mouth Ojo considered very
+artistic and lifelike, and Margolotte was pleased when the boy
+praised it. There were almost too many patches on the face of the
+girl for her to be considered strictly beautiful, for one cheek
+was yellow and the other red, her chin blue, her forehead purple
+and the center, where her nose had been formed and padded, a
+bright yellow. <br>
+<p>"You ought to have had her face all pink," suggested the
+boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I suppose so; but I had no pink cloth," replied the woman.
+"Still, I cannot see as it matters much, for I wish my Patchwork
+Girl to be useful rather than ornamental. If I get tired looking
+at her patched face I can whitewash it." <br>
+<p>"Has she any brains?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No; I forgot all about the brains!" exclaimed the woman. "I am
+glad you reminded me of them, for it is not too late to supply
+them, by any means. Until she is brought to life I can do
+anything I please with this girl. But I must be careful not to
+give her too much brains, and those she has must be such as are
+fitted to the station she is to occupy in life. In other words,
+her brains mustn't be very good." <br>
+<p>"Wrong," said Unc Nunkie.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No; I am sure I am right about that," returned the woman. <br>
+<p>"He means," explained Ojo, "that unless your servant has good
+brains she won't know how to obey you properly, nor do the things
+you ask her to do."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, that may be true," agreed Margolotte; "but, on the
+contrary, a servant with too much brains is sure to become
+independent and highand-mighty and feel above her work. This is a
+very delicate task, as I said, and I must take care to give the
+girl just the right quantity of the right sort of brains. I want
+her to know just enough, but not too much." <br>
+<p>With this she went to another cupboard which was filled With
+shelves. All the shelves were lined With blue glass bottles,
+neatly labeled by the Magician to show what they contained. One
+whole shelf was marked: "Brain Furniture," and the bottles on
+this shelf were labeled as follows: "Obedience," "Cleverness,"
+"Judgment," "Courage," "Ingenuity," "Amiability," "Learning,"
+"Truth," "Poesy," "Self Reliance."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Let me see," said Margolotte; "of those qualities she must have
+'Obedience' first of all," and she took down the bottle bearing
+that label and poured from it upon a dish several grains of the
+contents. "'Amiability' is also good and 'Truth.'" She poured
+into the dish a quantity from each of these bottles. "I think
+that will do," she continued, "for the other qualities are not
+needed in a servant." <br>
+<p>Unc Nunkie, who with Ojo stood beside her, touched the bottle
+marked "Cleverness."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Little," said he. <br>
+<p>"A little 'Cleverness'? Well, perhaps you are right, sir,"
+said she, and was about to take down the bottle when the Crooked
+Magician suddenly called to her excitedly from the fireplace.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Quick, Margolotte! Come and help me." <br>
+<p>She ran to her husband's side at once and helped him lift the
+four kettles from the fire. Their contents had all boiled away,
+leaving in the bottom of each kettle a few grains of fine white
+powder. Very carefully the Magician removed this powder, placing
+it all together in a golden dish, where he mixed it with a golden
+spoon. When the mixture was complete there was scarcely a
+handful, all told.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That," said Dr. Pipt, in a pleased and triumphant tone, "is the
+wonderful Powder of Life, which I alone in the world know how to
+make. It has taken me nearly six years to prepare these precious
+grains of dust, but the little heap on that dish is worth the
+price of a kingdom and many a king would give all he has to
+possess it. When it has become cooled I will place it in a small
+bottle; but meantime I must watch it carefully, lest a gust of
+wind blow it away or scatter it.' <br>
+<p>Unc Nunkie, Margolotte and the Magician all stood looking at
+the marvelous Powder, but Ojo was more interested just then in
+the Patchwork Girl's brains. Thinking it both unfair and unkind
+to deprive her of any good qualities that were handy, the boy
+took down every bottle on the shelf and poured some of the
+contents in Margolotte's dish. No one saw him do this, for all
+were looking at the Powder of Life; but soon the woman remembered
+what she had been doing, and came back to the cupboard.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Let's see," she remarked; "I was about to give my girl a little
+'Cleverness,' which is the Doctor's substitute for
+'Intelligence'--a quality he has not yet learned how to
+manufacture." Taking down the bottle of "Cleverness" she added
+some of the powder to the heap on the dish. Ojo became a bit
+uneasy at this, for he had already put quite a lot of the
+"Cleverness" powder in the dish; but he dared not interfere and
+so he comforted himself with the thought that one cannot have too
+much cleverness. <br>
+<p>Margolotte now carried the dish of brains to the bench.
+Ripping the seam of the patch on the girl's forehead, she placed
+the powder within the head and then sewed up the seam as neatly
+and securely as before.<br>
+</p>
+
+"My girl is all ready for your Powder of Life, my dear," she said
+to her husband. But the Magician replied: <br>
+<p>"This powder must not be used before tomorrow morning; but I
+think it is now cool enough to be bottled."<br>
+</p>
+
+He selected a small gold bottle with a pepperbox top, so that the
+powder might be sprinkled on any object through the small holes.
+Very carefully he placed the Powder of Life in the gold bottle
+and then locked it up in a drawer of his cabinet. <br>
+<p>"At last," said he, rubbing his hands together gleefully, "I
+have ample leisure for a good talk with my old friend Unc Nunkie.
+So let us sit down cosily and enjoy ourselves. After stirring
+those four kettles for six years I am glad to have a little
+rest."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You will have to do most of the talking," said Ojo, "for Unc is
+called the Silent One and uses few words." <br>
+<p>"I know; but that renders your uncle a most agreeable
+companion and gossip," declared Dr. Pipt. "Most people talk too
+much, so it is a relief to find one who talks too little."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo looked at the Magician with much awe and curiosity. <br>
+<p>"Don't you find it very annoying to be so crooked?" he
+asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No; I am quite proud of my person," was the reply. "I suppose I
+am the only Crooked Magician in all the world. Some others are
+accused of being crooked, but I am the only genuine." <br>
+<p>He was really very crooked and Ojo wondered how he managed to
+do so many things with such a twisted body. When he sat down upon
+a crooked chair that had been made to fit him, one knee was under
+his chin and the other near the small of his back; but he was a
+cheerful man and his face bore a pleasant and agreeable
+expression.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I am not allowed to perform magic, except for my own amusement,"
+he told his visitors, as he lighted a pipe with a crooked stem
+and began to smoke. "Too many people were working magic in the
+Land of Oz, and so our lovely Princess Ozma put a stop to it. I
+think she was quite right. There were several wicked Witches who
+caused a lot of trouble; but now they are all out of business and
+only the great Sorceress, Glinda the Good, is permitted to
+practice her arts, which never harm anybody. The Wizard of Oz,
+who used to be a humbug and knew no magic at all, has been taking
+lessons of Glinda, and I'm told he is getting to be a pretty good
+Wizard; but he is merely the assistant of the great Sorceress.
+I've the right to make a servant girl for my wife, you know, or a
+Glass Cat to catch our mice--which she refuses to do--but I am
+forbidden to work magic for others, or to use it as a
+profession." <br>
+<p>"Magic must be a very interesting study," said Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It truly is," asserted the Magician. "In my time I've performed
+some magical feats that were worthy of the skill of Glinda the
+Good. For instance, there's the Powder of Life, and my Liquid of
+Petrifaction, which is contained in that bottle on the shelf
+yonder-over the window." <br>
+<p>"What does the Liquid of Petrifaction do?" inquired the
+boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Turns everything it touches to solid marble. It's an invention
+of my own, and I find it very useful. Once two of those dreadful
+Kalidahs, with bodies like bears and heads like tigers, came here
+from the forest to attack us; but I sprinkled some of that Liquid
+on them and instantly they turned to marble. I now use them as
+ornamental statuary in my garden. This table looks to you like
+wood, and once it really was wood; but I sprinkled a few drops of
+the Liquid of Petrifaction on it and now it is marble. It will
+never break nor wear out. <br>
+<p>"Fine!" said Unc Nunkie, wagging his head and stroking his
+long gray beard.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Dear me; what a chatterbox you're getting to be, Unc," remarked
+the Magician, who was pleased with the compliment. But just then
+there came a scratching at the back door and a shrill voice
+cried: <br>
+<p>"Let me in! Hurry up, can't you? Let me in!"<br>
+</p>
+
+Margolotte got up and went to the door. <br>
+<p>"Ask like a good cat, then," she said.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Meeee-ow-w-w! There; does that suit your royal highness?" asked
+the voice, in scornful accents. <br>
+<p>"Yes; that's proper cat talk," declared the woman, and opened
+the door. At once a cat entered, came to the center of the room
+and stopped short at the sight of strangers. Ojo and Unc Nunkie
+both stared at it with wide open eyes, for surely no such curious
+creature had ever existed before-even in the Land of Oz.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_5">Chapter Four</h1>
+
+<br>
+The Glass Cat <br>
+<p>The cat was made of glass, so clear and transparent that you
+could see through it as easily as through a window. In the top of
+its head, however, Was a mass of delicate pink balls which looked
+like jewels, and it had a heart made of a blood-red ruby. The
+eyes were two large emeralds, but aside from these colors all the
+rest of the animal was clear glass, and it had a spunglass tail
+that was really beautiful.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, Doc Pipt, do you mean to introduce us, or not?" demanded
+the cat, in a tone of annoyance. "Seems to me you are forgetting
+your manners." <br>
+<p>"Excuse me," returned the Magician. "This is Unc Nunkie, the
+descendant of the former kings of the Munchkins, before this
+country be came a part of the Land of Oz."<br>
+</p>
+
+"He needs a haircut," observed the cat, washing its face. <br>
+<p>"True," replied Unc, with a low chuckle of amusement.<br>
+</p>
+
+"But he has lived alone in the heart of the forest for many
+years," the Magician explained; "and, although that is a
+barbarous country, there are no barbers there." <br>
+<p>"Who is the dwarf?" asked the cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That is not a dwarf, but a boy," answered the Magician. "You
+have never seen a boy before. He is now small because he is
+young. With more years he will grow big and become as tall as Unc
+Nunkie." <br>
+<p>"Oh. Is that magic?" the glass animal inquired.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes; but it is Nature's magic, which is more wonderful than any
+art known to man. For instance, my magic made you, and made you
+live; and it was a poor job because you are useless and a bother
+to me; but I can't make you grow. You will always be the same
+size--and the same saucy, inconsiderate Glass Cat, with pink
+brains and a hard ruby heart." <br>
+<p>"No one can regret more than I the fact that you made me,"
+asserted the cat, crouching upon the floor and slowly swaying its
+spun-glass tail from side to side. "Your world is a very
+uninteresting place. I've wandered through your gardens and in
+the forest until I'm tired of it all, and when I come into the
+house the conversation of your fat wife and of yourself bores me
+dreadfully."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That is because I gave you different brains from those we
+ourselves possess--and much too good for a cat," returned Dr.
+Pipt. <br>
+<p>"Can't you take 'em out, then, and replace em with pebbles, so
+that I won't feel above my station in life?" asked the cat,
+pleadingly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Perhaps so. I'll try it, after I've brought the Patchwork Girl
+to life," he said. <br>
+<p>The cat walked up to the bench on which the Patchwork Girl
+reclined and looked at her attentively.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Are you going to make that dreadful thing live?" she asked. <br>
+<p>The Magician nodded.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It is intended to be my wife's servant maid," he said. "When she
+is alive she will do all our work and mind the house. But you are
+not to order her around, Bungle, as you do us. You must treat the
+Patchwork Girl respectfully." <br>
+<p>"I won't. I couldn't respect such a bundle of scraps under any
+circumstances."<br>
+</p>
+
+"If you don't, there will be more scraps than you will like,"
+cried Margolotte, angrily. <br>
+<p>"Why didn't you make her pretty to look at?" asked the cat.
+"You made me pretty--very pretty, indeed--and I love to watch my
+pink brains roll around when they're working, and to see my
+precious red heart beat." She went to a long mirror, as she said
+this, and stood before it, looking at herself with an air of much
+pride. "But that poor patched thing will hate herself, when she's
+once alive," continued the cat. "If I were you I'd use her for a
+mop, and make another servant that is prettier."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You have a perverted taste," snapped Margolotte, much annoyed at
+this frank criticism. "I think the Patchwork Girl is beautiful,
+considering what she's made of. Even the rainbow hasn't as many
+colors, and you must admit that the rainbow is a pretty thing."
+<br>
+<p>The Glass Cat yawned and stretched herself upon the floor.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Have your own way," she said. "I'm sorry for the Patchwork Girl,
+that's all." <br>
+<p>Ojo and Unc Nunkie slept that night in the Magician's house,
+and the boy was glad to stay because he was anxious to see the
+Patchwork Girl brought to life. The Glass Cat was also a
+wonderful creature to little Ojo, who had never seen or known
+anything of magic before, although he had lived in the Fairyland
+of Oz ever since he was born. Back there in the woods nothing
+unusual ever happened. Unc Nunkie, who might have been King of
+the Munchkins, had not his people united with all the other
+countries of Oz in acknowledging Ozma as their Sole ruler, had
+retired into this forgotten forest nook with his baby nephew and
+they had lived all alone there. Only that the neglected garden
+had failed to grow food for them, they would always have lived in
+the solitary Blue Forest; but now they had started out to mingle
+with other people, and the first place they came to proved so
+interesting that Ojo could scarcely sleep a wink all night.<br>
+</p>
+
+Margolotte was an excellent cook and gave them a fine breakfast.
+While they were all engaged in eating, the good woman said: <br>
+<p>"This is the last meal I shall have to cook for some time, for
+right after breakfast Dr. Pipt has promised to bring my new
+servant to life. I shall let her wash the breakfast dishes and
+sweep and dust the house. What a relief it will be!"<br>
+</p>
+
+"It will, indeed, relieve you of much drudgery," said the
+Magician. "By the way, Margolotte, I thought I saw you getting
+some brains from the cupboard, while I was busy with my kettles.
+What qualities have you given your new servant?" <br>
+<p>"Only those that an humble servant requires," she answered. "I
+do not wish her to feel above her station, as the Glass Cat does.
+That would make her discontented and unhappy, for of course she
+must always be a servant."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo was somewhat disturbed as he listened to this, and the boy
+began to fear he had done wrong in adding all those different
+qualities of brains to the lot Margolotte had prepared for the
+servant. But it was too late now for regret, since all the brains
+were securely sewn up inside the Patchwork Girl's head. He might
+have confessed what he had done and thus allowed Margolotte and
+her husband to change the brains; but he was afraid of incurring
+their anger. He believed that Unc had seen him add to the brains,
+and Unc had not said a word against it; but then, Unc never did
+say anything unless it was absolutely necessary. <br>
+<p>As soon as breakfast was over they all went into the
+Magician's big workshop, where the Glass Cat was lying before the
+mirror and the Patchwork Girl lay limp and lifeless upon the
+bench.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Now, then," said Dr. Pipt, in a brisk tone, "we shall perform
+one of the greatest feats of magic possible to man, even in this
+marvelous Land of Oz. In no other country could it be done at
+all. I think we ought to have a little music while the Patchwork
+Girl comes to life. It is pleasant to reflect that the first
+sounds her golden ears will hear will be delicious music. <br>
+<p>As he spoke he went to a phonograph, which screwed fast to a
+small table, and wound up the spring of the instrument and
+adjusted the big gold horn.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The music my servant will usually hear," remarked Margolotte,
+"will be my orders to do her work. But I see no harm in allowing
+her to listen to this unseen band while she wakens to her first
+realization of life. My orders will beat the band, afterward."
+<br>
+<p>The phonograph was now playing a stirring march tune and the
+Magician unlocked his cabinet and took out the gold bottle
+containing the Powder of Life.<br>
+</p>
+
+They all bent over the bench on which the Patchwork Girl
+reclined. Unc Nunkie and Margolotte stood behind, near the
+windows, Ojo at one side and the Magician in front, where he
+would have freedom to sprinkle the powder. The Glass Cat came
+near, too, curious to watch the important scene. <br>
+<p>"All ready?" asked Dr. Pipt.<br>
+</p>
+
+"All is ready," answered his wife. <br>
+<p>So the Magician leaned over and shook from the bottle some
+grains of the wonderful Powder, and they fell directly on the
+Patchwork Girl's head and arms.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_6">Chapter Five</h1>
+
+<br>
+A Terrible Accident <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+"It will take a few minutes for this powder to do its work,"
+remarked the Magician, sprinkling the body up and down with much
+care. <br>
+<p>But suddenly the Patchwork Girl threw up one arm, which
+knocked the bottle of powder from the crooked man's hand and sent
+it flying across the room. Unc Nunkie and Margolotte were so
+startled that they both leaped backward and bumped together, and
+Unc's head joggled the shelf above them and upset the bottle
+containing the Liquid of Petrifaction.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Magician uttered such a wild cry that Ojo jumped away and the
+Patchwork Girl sprang after him and clasped her stuffed arms
+around him in terror. The Glass Cat snarled and hid under the
+table, and so it was that when the powerful Liquid of
+Petrifaction was spilled it fell only upon the wife of the
+Magician and the uncle of Ojo. With these two the charm worked
+promptly. They stood motionless and stiff as marble statues, in
+exactly the positions they were in when the Liquid struck them.
+<br>
+<p>Ojo pushed the Patchwork Girl away and ran to Unc Nunkie,
+filled with a terrible fear for the only friend and protector he
+had ever known. When he grasped Unc's hand it was cold and hard.
+Even the long gray beard was solid marble. The Crooked Magician
+was dancing around the room in a frenzy of despair, calling upon
+his wife to forgive him, to speak to him, to come to life
+again!<br>
+</p>
+
+The Patchwork Girl, quickly recovering from her fright, now came
+nearer and looked from one to another of the people with deep
+interest. Then she looked at herself and laughed. Noticing the
+mirror, she stood before it and examined her extraordinary
+features with amazement--her button eyes, pearl bead teeth and
+puffy nose. Then, addressing her reflection in the glass, she
+exclaimed: <br>
+<p>"Whee, but there's a gaudy dame! Makes a paint-box blush with
+shame. Razzle-dazzle, fizzle-fazzle! Howdy-do, Miss
+What's-your-name?"<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<p>She bowed, and the reflection bowed. Then she laughed again,
+long and merrily, and the Glass Cat crept out from under the
+table and said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't blame you for laughing at yourself. Aren't you horrid?"
+<br>
+<p>"Horrid?" she replied. "Why, I'm thoroughly delightful. I'm an
+Original, if you please, and therefore incomparable. Of all the
+comic, absurd, rare and amusing creatures the world contains, I
+must be the supreme freak. Who but poor Margolotte could have
+managed to invent such an unreasonable being as I? But I'm
+glad--I'm awfully glad!--that I'm just what I am, and nothing
+else."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Be quiet, will you?" cried the frantic Magician; "be quiet and
+let me think! If I don't think I shall go mad." <br>
+<p>"Think ahead," said the Patchwork Girl, seating herself in a
+chair. "Think all you want to. I don't mind."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Gee! but I'm fired playing that tune," called the phonograph,
+speaking through its horn in a brazen, scratchy voice. "If you
+don't mind, Pipt, old boy, I'll cut it out and take a rest." <br>
+<p>The Magician looked gloomily at the musicmachine.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What dreadful luck!" he wailed, despondently. "The Powder of
+Life must have fallen on the phonograph." <br>
+<p>He went up to it and found that the gold bottle that contained
+the precious powder had dropped upon the stand and scattered its
+life-giving grains over the machine. The phonograph was very much
+alive, and began dancing a jig with the legs of the table to
+which it was attached, and this dance so annoyed Dr. Pipt that he
+kicked the thing into a corner and pushed a bench against it, to
+hold it quiet.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You were bad enough before," said the Magician, resentfully;
+"but a live phonograph is enough to drive every sane person in
+the Land of Oz stark crazy." <br>
+<p>"No insults, please," answered the phonograph in a surly,
+tone. "You did it, my boy; don't blame me. "<br>
+</p>
+
+"You've bungled everything, Dr. Pipt," added the Glass Cat,
+contemptuously. <br>
+<p>"Except me," said the Patchwork Girl, jumping up to whirl
+merrily around the room.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I think," said Ojo, almost ready to cry through grief over Unc
+Nunkie's sad fate, "it must all be my fault, in some way. I'm
+called Ojo the Unlucky, you know." <br>
+<p>"That's nonsense, kiddie," retorted the Patchwork Girl
+cheerfully. "No one can be unlucky who has the intelligence to
+direct his own actions. The unlucky ones are those who beg for a
+chance to think, like poor Dr. Pipt here. What's the row about,
+anyway, Mr. Magic-maker?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"The Liquid of Petrifaction has accidentally fallen upon my dear
+wife and Unc Nunkie and turned them into marble," he sadly
+replied. <br>
+<p>"Well, why don't you sprinkle some of that powder on them and
+bring them to life again?" asked the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Magician gave a jump. <br>
+<p>"Why, I hadn't thought of that!" he joyfully cried, and
+grabbed up the golden bottle, with which he ran to
+Margolotte.<br>
+</p>
+
+Said the Patchwork Girl: <br>
+<p>"Higgledy, piggledy, deeWhat fools magicians be! His head's so
+thick He can't think quick, So he takes advice from me."<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<p>Standing upon the bench, for he was so crooked he could not
+reach the top of his wife's head in any other way, Dr. Pipt began
+shaking the bottle. But not a grain of powder came out. He pulled
+off the cover, glanced within, and then threw the bottle from him
+with a wail of despair.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Gone-gone! Every bit gone," he cried. "Wasted on that miserable
+phonograph when it might have saved my dear wife!" <br>
+<p>Then the Magician bowed his head on his crooked arms and began
+to cry.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo was sorry for him. He went up to the sorrowful man and said
+softly: <br>
+<p>"You can make more Powder of Life, Dr. Pipt."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes; but it will take me six years--six long, weary years of
+stirring four kettles with both feet and both hands," was the
+agonized reply. "Six years! while poor Margolotte stands watching
+me as a marble image. " <br>
+<p>"Can't anything else be done?" asked the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Magician shook his head. Then he seemed to remember something
+and looked up. <br>
+<p>"There is one other compound that would destroy the magic
+spell of the Liquid of Petrifaction and restore my wife and Unc
+Nunkie to life," said he. "It may be hard to find the things I
+need to make this magic compound, but if they were found I could
+do in an instant what will otherwise take six long, weary years
+of stirring kettles with both hands and both feet."<br>
+</p>
+
+"All right; let's find the things, then," suggested the Patchwork
+Girl. "That seems a lot more sensible than those stirring times
+with the kettles." <br>
+<p>"That's the idea, Scraps," said the Glass Cat, approvingly.
+"I'm glad to find you have decent brains. Mine are exceptionally
+good. You can see em work; they're pink."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Scraps?" repeated the girl. "Did you call me 'Scraps'? Is that
+my name?" <br>
+<p>"I--I believe my poor wife had intended to name you
+'Angeline,'" said the Magician.<br>
+</p>
+
+"But I like 'Scraps' best," she replied with a laugh. "It fits me
+better, for my patchwork is all scraps, and nothing else. Thank
+you for naming me, Miss Cat. Have you any name of your own?" <br>
+<p>"I have a foolish name that Margolotte once gave me, but which
+is quite undignified for one of my importance," answered the cat.
+"She called me 'Bungle.'"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," sighed the Magician; "you were a sad bungle, taken all in
+all. I was wrong to make you as I did, for a more useless,
+conceited and brittle thing never before existed." <br>
+<p>"I'm not so brittle as you think," retorted the cat. "I've
+been alive a good many years, for Dr. Pipt experimented on me
+with the first magic Powder of Life he ever made, and so far I've
+never broken or cracked or chipped any part of me."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You seem to have a chip on your shoulder," laughed the Patchwork
+Girl, and the cat went to the mirror to see. <br>
+<p>"Tell me," pleaded Ojo, speaking to the Crooked Magician,
+"what must we find to make the compound that will save Unc
+Nunkie?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"First," was the reply, "I must have a sixleaved clover. That can
+only be found in the green country around the Emerald City, and
+six-leaved clovers are very scarce, even there." <br>
+<p>"I'll find it for you," promised Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The next thing," continued the Magician, "is the left wing of a
+yellow butterfly. That color can only be found in the yellow
+country of the Winkies, West of the Emerald City." <br>
+<p>"I'll find it," declared Ojo. "Is that all?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh, no; I'll get my Book of Recipes and see what comes next."
+<br>
+<p>Saying this, the Magician unlocked a drawer of his cabinet and
+drew out a small book covered with blue leather. Looking through
+the pages he found the recipe he wanted and said: "I must have a
+gill of water from a dark well."<br>
+</p>
+
+"What kind of a well is that, sir?" asked the boy. <br>
+<p>"One where the light of day never penetrates. The water must
+be put in a gold bottle and brought to me without any light ever
+reaching it.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'll get the water from the dark well," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Then I must have three hairs from the tip of a Woozy's tail,
+and a drop of oil from a live man's body."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo looked grave at this. <br>
+<p>"What is a Woozy, please?" he inquired.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Some sort of an animal. I've never seen one, so I can't describe
+it," replied the Magician. <br>
+<p>"If I can find a Woozy, I'll get the hairs from its tail,"
+said Ojo. "But is there ever any oil in a man's body?"<br>
+</p>
+
+The Magician looked in the book again, to make sure. <br>
+<p>"That's what the recipe calls for," he replied, "and of course
+we must get everything that is called for, or the charm won't
+work. The book doesn't say 'blood'; it says 'oil,' and there must
+be oil somewhere in a live man's body or the book wouldn't ask
+for it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"All right," returned Ojo, trying not to feel discouraged; "I'll
+try to find it." <br>
+<p>The Magician looked at the little Munchkin boy in a doubtful
+way and said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"All this will mean a long journey for you; perhaps several long
+journeys; for you must search through several of the different
+countries of Oz in order to get the things I need." <br>
+<p>"I know it, sir; but I must do my best to save Unc
+Nunkie."<br>
+</p>
+
+"And also my poor wife Margolotte. If you save one you will save
+the other, for both stand there together and the same compound
+will restore them both to life. Do the best you can, Ojo, and
+while you are gone I shall begin the six years job of making a
+new batch of the Powder of Life. Then, if you should unluckily
+fail to secure any one of the things needed, I will have lost no
+time. But if you succeed you must return here as quickly as you
+can, and that will save me much tiresome stirring of four kettles
+with both feet and both hands." <br>
+<p>"I will start on my journey at once, sir," said the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"And I will go with you," declared the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"No, no!" exclaimed the Magician. "You have no right to leave
+this house. You are only a servant and have not been
+discharged."<br>
+</p>
+
+Scraps, who had been dancing up and down the room, stopped and
+looked at him. <br>
+<p>"What is a servant?" she asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"One who serves. A--a Sort of slave," he explained. <br>
+<p>"Very well," said the Patchwork Girl, "I'm going to serve you
+and your wife by helping Ojo find the things you need. You need a
+lot, you know, such as are not easily found."<br>
+</p>
+
+"It is true," sighed Dr. Pipt. "I am well aware that Ojo has
+undertaken a serious task." <br>
+<p>Scraps laughed, and resuming her dance she said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Here's a job for a boy of brains: A drop of oil from a live
+man's veins; A six-leaved clover; three nice hairs From a Woozy's
+tail, the book declares Are needed for the magic spell, And water
+from a pitch-dark well. The yellow wing of a butterfly To find
+must Ojo also try, And if he gets them without harm, Doc Pipt
+will make the magic charm; But if he doesn't get 'em, Unc Will
+always stand a marble chunk." <br>
+<p>The Magician looked at her thoughtfully.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Poor Margolotte must have given you some of the quality of
+poesy, by mistake," he said. "And, if that is true, I didn't make
+a very good article when I prepared it, or else you got an
+overdose or an underdose. However, I believe I shall let you go
+with Ojo, for my poor wife will not need your services until she
+is restored to life. Also I think you may be able to help the
+boy, for your head seems to contain some thoughts I did not
+expect to find in it. But be very careful of yourself, for you're
+a souvenir of my dear Margolotte. Try not to get ripped, or your
+stuffing may fall out. One of your eyes seems loose, and you may
+have to sew it on tighter. If you talk too much you'll wear out
+your scarlet plush tongue, which ought to have been hemmed on the
+edges. And remember you belong to me and must return here as soon
+as your mission is accomplished." <br>
+<p>"I'm going with Scraps and Ojo," announced the Glass Cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You can't," said the Magician. <br>
+<p>"Why not?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"You'd get broken in no time, and you couldn't be a bit of use to
+the boy and the Patchwork Girl." <br>
+<p>"I beg to differ with you," returned the cat, in a haughty
+tone. "Three heads are better than two, and my pink brains are
+beautiful. You can see em work."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, go along," said the Magician, irritably. "You're only an
+annoyance, anyhow, and I'm glad to get rid of you." <br>
+<p>"Thank you for nothing, then," answered the cat, stiffly.<br>
+</p>
+
+Dr. Pipt took a small basket from a cupboard and packed several
+things in it. Then he handed it to Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Here is some food and a bundle of charms," he said. "It is
+all I can give you, but I am sure you will find friends on your
+journey who will assist you in your search. Take care of the
+Patchwork Girl and bring her safely back, for she ought to prove
+useful to my wife. As for the Glass Cat-properly named Bungle--if
+she bothers you I now give you my permission to break her in two,
+for she is not respectful and does not obey me. I made a mistake
+in giving her the pink brains, you see.<br>
+</p>
+
+Then Ojo went to Unc Nunkie and kissed the old man's marble face
+very tenderly. <br>
+<p>"I'm going to try to save you, Unc," he said, just as if the
+marble image could hear him; and then he shook the crooked hand
+of the Crooked Magician, who was already busy hanging the four
+kettles in the fireplace, and picking up his basket left the
+house.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Patchwork Girl followed him, and after them came the Glass
+Cat. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_7">Chapter Six</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>The Journey<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo had never traveled before and so he only knew that the path
+down the mountainside led into the open Munchkin Country, where
+large numbers of people dwelt. Scraps was quite new and not
+supposed to know anything of the Land of Oz, while the Glass Cat
+admitted she had never wandered very far away from the Magician's
+house. There was only one path before them, at the beginning, so
+they could not miss their way, and for a time they walked through
+the thick forest in silent thought, each one impressed with the
+importance of the adventure they had undertaken. <br>
+<p>Suddenly the Patchwork Girl laughed. It was funny to see her
+laugh, because her cheeks wrinkled up, her nose tipped, her
+silver button eyes twinkled and her mouth curled at the corners
+in a comical way.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Has something pleased you?" asked Ojo, who was feeling solemn
+and joyless through thinking upon his uncle's sad fate. <br>
+<p>"Yes," she answered. "Your world pleases me, for it's a queer
+world, and life in it is queerer still. Here am I, made from an
+old bedquilt and intended to be a slave to Margolotte, rendered
+free as air by an accident that none of you could foresee. I am
+enjoying life and seeing the world, while the woman who made me
+is standing helpless as a block of wood. If that isn't funny
+enough to laugh at, I don't know what is."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You're not seeing much of the world yet, my poor, innocent
+Scraps," remarked the Cat. "The world doesn't consist wholly of
+the trees that are on all sides of us." <br>
+<p>"But they're part of it; and aren't they pretty trees?"
+returned Scraps, bobbing her head until her brown yarn curls
+fluttered in the breeze. "Growing between them I can see lovely
+ferns and wild-flowers, and soft green mosses. If the rest of
+your world is half as beautiful I shall be glad I'm alive."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't know what the rest of the world is like, I'm sure," said
+the cat; "but I mean to find out." <br>
+<p>"I have never been out of the forest," Ojo added; "but to me
+the trees are gloomy and sad and the wild-flowers seem lonesome.
+It must be nicer where there are no trees and there is room for
+lots of people to live together."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I wonder if any of the people we shall meet will be as splendid
+as I am," said the Patchwork Girl. "All I have seen, so far, have
+pale, colorless skins and clothes as blue as the country they
+live in, while I am of many gorgeous colors-face and body and
+clothes. That is why I am bright and contented, Ojo, while you
+are blue and sad." <br>
+<p>"I think I made a mistake in giving you so many sorts of
+brains," observed the boy. "Perhaps, as the Magician said, you
+have an over-dose, and they may not agree with you."<br>
+</p>
+
+"What had you to do with my brains?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"A lot," replied Ojo. "Old Margolotte meant to give you only a
+few--just enough to keep you going--but when she wasn't looking I
+added a good many more, of the best kinds I could find in the
+Magician's cupboard."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Thanks," said the girl, dancing along the path ahead of Ojo and
+then dancing back to his side. "If a few brains are good, many
+brains must be better." <br>
+<p>"But they ought to be evenly balanced," said the boy, "and I
+had no time to be careful. From the way you're acting, I guess
+the dose was badly mixed."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Scraps hasn't enough brains to hurt her, so don't worry,"
+remarked the cat, which was trotting along in a very dainty and
+graceful manner. "The only brains worth considering are mine,
+which are pink. You can see 'em work." <br>
+<p>After walking a long time they came to a little brook that
+trickled across the path, and here Ojo sat down to rest and eat
+something from his basket. He found that the Magician had given
+him part of a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese. He broke off
+some of the bread and was surprised to find the loaf just as
+large as it was before. It was the same way with the cheese:
+however much he broke off from the slice, it remained exactly the
+same size.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ah," said he, nodding wisely; "that's magic. Dr. Pipt has
+enchanted the bread and the cheese, so it will last me all
+through my journey, however much I eat." <br>
+<p>"Why do you put those things into your mouth?" asked Scraps,
+gazing at him in astonishment. "Do you need more stuffing? Then
+why don't you use cotton, such as I am stuffed with?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't need that kind," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"But a mouth is to talk with, isn't it?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"It is also to eat with," replied the boy. "If I didn't put food
+into my mouth, and eat it, I would get hungry and starve. <br>
+<p>"Ah, I didn't know that," she said. "Give me some."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo handed her a bit of the bread and she put it in her mouth.
+<br>
+<p>"What next?" she asked, scarcely able to speak.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Chew it and swallow it," said the boy. <br>
+<p>Scraps tried that. Her pearl teeth were unable to chew the
+bread and beyond her mouth there was no opening. Being unable to
+swallow she threw away the bread and laughed.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I must get hungry and starve, for I can't eat," she said. <br>
+<p>"Neither can I," announced the cat; "but I'm not fool enough
+to try. Can't you understand that you and I are superior people
+and not made like these poor humans?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why should I understand that, or anything else?" asked the girl.
+"Don't bother my head by asking conundrums, I beg of you. Just
+let me discover myself in my own way." <br>
+<p>With this she began amusing herself by leaping across the
+brook and hack again.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Be careful, or you'll fall in the water," warned Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Never mind."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You'd better. If you get wet you'll be soggy and can't walk.
+Your colors might run, too," he said. <br>
+<p>"Don't my colors run whenever I run?" she asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not in the way I mean. If they get wet, the reds and greens and
+yellows and purples of your patches might run into each other and
+become just a blur--no color at all, you know." <br>
+<p>"Then," said the Patchwork Girl, "I'll be careful, for if I
+spoiled my splendid colors I would cease to be beautiful."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Pah!" sneered the Glass Cat, "such colors are not beautiful;
+they're ugly, and in bad taste. Please notice that my body has no
+color at all. I'm transparent, except for my exquisite red heart
+and my lovely pink brains--you can see 'em work." <br>
+<p>"Shoo-shoo-shoo!" cried Scraps, dancing around and laughing.
+"And your horrid green eyes, Miss Bungle! You can't see your
+eyes, but we can, and I notice you're very proud of what little
+color you have. Shoo, Miss Bungle, shoo-shoo-shoo! If you were
+all colors and many colors, as I am, you'd be too stuck up for
+anything." She leaped over the cat and back again, and the
+startled Bungle crept close to a tree to escape her. This made
+Scraps laugh more heartily than ever, and she said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Whoop-tedoodle-doo! The cat has lost her shoe. Her tootsie's
+bare, but she don't care, So what's the odds to you?" <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+"Dear me, Ojo," said the cat; "don't you think the creature is a
+little bit crazy?" <br>
+<p>"It may be," he answered, with a puzzled look.<br>
+</p>
+
+"If she continues her insults I'll scratch off her
+suspender-button eyes," declared the cat. <br>
+<p>"Don't quarrel, please," pleaded the boy, rising to resume the
+journey. "Let us be good comrades and as happy and cheerful as
+possible, for we are likely to meet with plenty of trouble on our
+way."<br>
+</p>
+
+It was nearly sundown when they came to the edge of the forest
+and saw spread out before them a delightful landscape. There were
+broad blue fields stretching for miles over the valley, which was
+dotted everywhere with pretty, blue domed houses, none of which,
+however, was very near to the place where they stood. Just at the
+point where the path left the forest stood a tiny house covered
+with leaves from the trees, and before this stood a Munchkin man
+with an axe in his hand. He seemed very much surprised when Ojo
+and Scraps and the Glass Cat came out of the woods, but as the
+Patchwork Girl approached nearer he sat down upon a bench and
+laughed so hard that he could not speak for a long time. <br>
+<p>This man was a woodchopper and lived all alone in the little
+house. He had bushy blue whiskers and merry blue eyes and his
+blue clothes were quite old and worn.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Mercy me!" exclaimed the woodchopper, when at last he could stop
+laughing. "Who would think such a funny harlequin lived in the
+Land of Oz? Where did you come from, Crazy-quilt?" <br>
+<p>"Do you mean me?" asked the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Of course," he replied. <br>
+<p>"You misjudge my ancestry. I'm not a crazyquilt; I'm
+patchwork," she said.<br>
+</p>
+
+"There's no difference," he replied, beginning to laugh again.
+"When my old grandmother sews such things together she calls it a
+crazy-quilt; but I never thought such a jumble could come to
+life." <br>
+<p>"It was the Magic Powder that did it," explained Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh, then you have come from the Crooked Magician on the
+mountain. I might have known it, for--Well, I declare! here's a
+glass cat. But the Magician will get in trouble for this; it's
+against the law for anyone to work magic except Glinda the Good
+and the royal Wizard of Oz. If you people--or things--or glass
+spectacles--or crazyquilts--or whatever you are, go near the
+Emerald City, you'll be arrested." <br>
+<p>"We're going there, anyhow," declared Scraps, sitting upon the
+bench and swinging her stuffed legs.<br>
+</p>
+
+"If any of us takes a rest, We'll be arrested sure, And get no
+restitution 'Cause the rest we must endure." <br>
+<p>"I see," said the woodchopper, nodding; "you're as crazy as
+the crazy-quilt you're made of."<br>
+</p>
+
+"She really is crazy," remarked the Glass Cat. "But that isn't to
+he wondered at when you remember how many different things she's
+made of. For my part, I'm made of pure glass--except my jewel
+heart and my pretty pink brains. Did you notice my brains,
+stranger? You can see em work." <br>
+<p>"So I can," replied the woodchopper; "but I can't see that
+they accomplish much. A glass cat is a useless sort of thing, but
+a Patchwork Girl is really useful. She makes me laugh, and
+laughter is the best thing in life. There was once a woodchopper,
+a friend of mine, who was made all of tin, and I used to laugh
+every time I saw him."<br>
+</p>
+
+"A tin woodchopper?" said Ojo. "That is strange." <br>
+<p>"My friend wasn't always tin," said the man, "but he was
+careless with his axe, and used to chop himself very badly.
+Whenever he lost an arm or a leg he had it replaced with tin; so
+after a while he was all tin."<br>
+</p>
+
+"And could he chop wood then?" asked the boy. <br>
+<p>"He could if he didn't rust his tin joints. But one day he met
+Dorothy in the forest and went with her to the Emerald City,
+where he made his fortune. He is now one of the favorites of
+Princess Ozma, and she has made him the Emperor of the
+Winkies--the Country where all is yellow."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Who is Dorothy?" inquired the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"A little maid who used to live in Kansas, but is now a
+Princess of Oz. She's Ozma's best friend, they say, and lives
+with her in the royal palace."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Is Dorothy made of tin?" inquired Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Is she patchwork, like me?" inquired Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No," said the man; "Dorothy is flesh, just as I am. I know of
+only one tin person, and that is Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman;
+and there will never be but one Patchwork Girl, for any magician
+that sees you will refuse to make another one like you." <br>
+<p>"I suppose we shall see the Tin Woodman, for we are going to
+the Country of the Winkies," said the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What for?" asked the woodchopper. <br>
+<p>"To get the left wing of a yellow butterfly."<br>
+</p>
+
+"It is a long journey," declared the man, "and you will go
+through lonely parts of Oz and cross rivers and traverse dark
+forests before you get there." <br>
+<p>"Suits me all right," said Scraps. "I'll get a chance to see
+the country."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You're crazy, girl. Better crawl into a rag-bag and hide there;
+or give yourself to some little girl to play with. Those who
+travel are likely to meet trouble; that's why I stay at home."
+<br>
+<p>The woodchopper then invited them all to stay the night at his
+little hut, but they were anxious to get on and so left him and
+continued along the path, which was broader, now, and more
+distinct.<br>
+</p>
+
+They expected to reach some other house before it grew dark, but
+the twilight was brief and Ojo soon began to fear they had made a
+mistake in leaving the woodchopper. <br>
+<p>"I can scarcely see the path," he said at last. "Can you see
+it, Scraps?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"No," replied the Patchwork Girl, who was holding fast to the
+boy's arm so he could guide her. <br>
+<p>"I can see," declared the Glass Cat. "My eyes are better than
+yours, and my pink brains--"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Never mind your pink brains, please," said Ojo hastily; "just
+run ahead and show us the way. Wait a minute and I'll tie a
+string to you; for then you can lead us." <br>
+<p>He got a string from his pocket and tied it around the cat's
+neck, and after that the creature guided them along the path.
+They had proceeded in this way for about an hour when a twinkling
+blue light appeared ahead of them.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Good! there's a house at last," cried Ojo. "When we reach it the
+good people will surely welcome us and give us a night's
+lodging." But however far they walked the light seemed to get no
+nearer, so by and by the cat stopped short, saying: <br>
+<p>"I think the light is traveling, too, and we shall never be
+able to catch up with it. But here is a house by the roadside, so
+why go farther?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Where is the house, Bungle?" <br>
+<p>"Just here beside us, Scraps."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo was now able to see a small house near the pathway. It was
+dark and silent, but the boy was tired and wanted to rest, so he
+went up to the door and knocked. <br>
+<p>"Who is there?" cried a voice from within.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I am Ojo the Unlucky, and with me are Miss Scraps Patchwork and
+the Glass Cat," he replied. <br>
+<p>"What do you want?" asked the Voice.<br>
+</p>
+
+"A place to sleep," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Come in, then; but don't make any noise, and you must go
+directly to bed," returned the Voice.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo unlatched the door and entered. It was very dark inside and
+he could see nothing at all. But the cat exclaimed: "Why, there's
+no one here!" <br>
+<p>"There must be," said the boy. "Some one spoke to me."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I can see everything in the room," replied the cat, "and no one
+is present but ourselves. But here are three beds, all made up,
+so we may as well go to sleep." <br>
+<p>"What is sleep?" inquired the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It's what you do when you go to bed," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"But why do you go to bed?" persisted the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Here, here! You are making altogether too much noise," cried the
+Voice they had heard before. "Keep quiet, strangers, and go to
+bed." <br>
+<p>The cat, which could see in the dark, looked sharply around
+for the owner of the Voice, hut could discover no one, although
+the Voice had seemed close beside them. She arched her back a
+little and seemed afraid. Then she whispered to Ojo: "Come!" and
+led him to a bed.<br>
+</p>
+
+With his hands the boy felt of the bed and found it was big and
+soft, with feather pillows and plenty of blankets. So he took off
+his shoes and hat and crept into the bed. Then the cat led Scraps
+to another bed and the Patchwork Girl was puzzled to know what to
+do with it. <br>
+<p>"Lie down and keep quiet," whispered the cat, warningly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can't I sing?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"Can't I whistle?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can't I dance till morning, if I want to?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"You must keep quiet," said the cat, in a soft voice.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't want to," replied the Patchwork Girl, speaking as loudly
+as usual. "What right have you to order me around? If I want to
+talk, or yell, or whistle--" <br>
+<p>Before she could say anything more an unseen hand seized her
+firmly and threw her out of the door, which closed behind her
+with a sharp slam. She found herself bumping and rolling in the
+road and when she got up and tried to open the door of the house
+again she found it locked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What has happened to Scraps?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Never mind. Let's go to sleep, or something will happen to
+us," answered the Glass Cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+So Ojo snuggled down in his bed and fell asleep, and he was so
+tired that he never wakened until broad daylight. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_8">Chapter Seven</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>The Troublesome Phonograph<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<p>When the boy opened his eyes next morning he looked carefully
+around the room. These small Munchkin houses seldom had more than
+one room in them. That in which Ojo now found himself had three
+beds, set all in a row on one side of it. The Glass Cat lay
+asleep on one bed, Ojo was in the second, and the third was
+neatly made up and smoothed for the day. On the other side of the
+room was a round table on which breakfast was already placed,
+smoking hot. Only one chair was drawn up to the table, where a
+place was set for one person. No one seemed to be in the room
+except the boy and Bungle.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo got up and put on his shoes. Finding a toilet stand at the
+head of his bed he washed his face and hands and brushed his
+hair. Then he went to the table and said: <br>
+<p>"I wonder if this is my breakfast?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Eat it!" commanded a Voice at his side, so near that Ojo jumped;
+But no person could he see. <br>
+<p>He was hungry, and the breakfast looked good; so he sat down
+and ate all he wanted. Then, rising, he took his hat and wakened
+the Glass Cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Come on, Bungle," said he; "we must go. <br>
+<p>He cast another glance about the room and, speaking to the
+air, he said: "Whoever lives here has been kind to me, and I'm
+much obliged."<br>
+</p>
+
+There was no answer, so he took his basket and went out the door,
+the cat following him. In the middle of the path sat the
+Patchwork Girl, playing with pebbles she had picked up. <br>
+<p>"Oh, there you are!" she exclaimed cheerfully. "I thought you
+were never coming out. It has been daylight a long time."<br>
+</p>
+
+"What did you do all night?" asked the boy. <br>
+<p>"Sat here and watched the stars and the moon," she replied.
+"They're interesting. I never saw them before, you know."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Of course not," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"You were crazy to act so badly and get thrown outdoors,"
+remarked Bungle, as they renewed their journey.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That's all right," said Scraps. "If I hadn't been thrown out I
+wouldn't have seen the stars, nor the big gray wolf." <br>
+<p>"What wolf?" inquired Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The one that came to the door of the house three times during
+the night." <br>
+<p>"I don't see why that should be," said the boy, thoughtfully;
+"there was plenty to eat in that house, for I had a fine
+breakfast, and I slept in a nice bed."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Don't you feel tired?" asked the Patchwork Girl, noticing that
+the boy yawned. <br>
+<p>"Why, yes; I'm as tired as I was last night; and yet I slept
+very well."<br>
+</p>
+
+"And aren't you hungry?" <br>
+<p>"It's strange," replied Ojo. "I had a good breakfast, and yet
+I think I'll now eat some of my crackers and cheese."<br>
+</p>
+
+Scraps danced up and down the path. Then she sang: <br>
+<p>"Kizzle-kazzle-kore; The wolf is at the door, There's nothing
+to eat but a bone without meat, And a bill from the grocery
+store."<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<p>"What does that mean?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Don't ask me," replied Scraps. "I say what comes into my head,
+but of course I know nothing of a grocery store or bones without
+meat or very much else." <br>
+<p>"No," said the cat; "she's stark, staring, raving crazy, and
+her brains can't be pink, for they don't work properly."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Bother the brains!" cried Scraps. "Who cares for 'em, anyhow?
+Have you noticed how beautiful my patches are in this sunlight?"
+<br>
+<p>Just then they heard a sound as of footsteps pattering along
+the path behind them and all three turned to see what was coming.
+To their astonishment they beheld a small round table running as
+fast as its four spindle legs could carry it, and to the top was
+screwed fast a phonograph with a big gold horn.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Hold on!" shouted the phonograph. "Wait for me!" <br>
+<p>"Goodness me; it's that music thing which the Crooked Magician
+scattered the Powder of Life over," said Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"So it is," returned Bungle, in a grumpy tone of voice; and then,
+as the phonograph overtook them, the Glass Cat added sternly:
+"What are you doing here, anyhow?" <br>
+<p>"I've run away," said the music thing. "After you left, old
+Dr. Pipt and I had a dreadful quarrel and he threatened to smash
+me to pieces if I didn't keep quiet. Of course I wouldn't do
+that, because a talking-machine is supposed to talk and make a
+noise--and sometimes music. So I slipped out of the house while
+the Magician was stirring his four kettles and I've been running
+after you all night. Now that I've found such pleasant company, I
+can talk and play tunes all I want to."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo was greatly annoyed by this unwelcome addition to their
+party. At first he did not know what to say to the newcomer, but
+a little thought decided him not to make friends. <br>
+<p>"We are traveling on important business," he declared, "and
+you'll excuse me if I say we can't be bothered."<br>
+</p>
+
+"How very impolite!" exclaimed the phonograph. <br>
+<p>"I'm sorry; but it's true," said the boy. "You'll have to go
+somewhere else."<br>
+</p>
+
+"This is very unkind treatment, I must say, whined the
+phonograph, in an injured tone. "Everyone seems to hate me, and
+yet I was intended to amuse people." <br>
+<p>"It isn't you we hate, especially," observed the Glass Cat;
+"it's your dreadful music. When I lived in the same room with you
+I was much annoyed by your squeaky horn. It growls and grumbles
+and clicks and scratches so it spoils the music, and your
+machinery rumbles so that the racket drowns every tune you
+attempt."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That isn't my fault; it's the fault of my records. I must admit
+that I haven't a clear record," answered the machine. <br>
+<p>"Just the same, you'll have to go away," said Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Wait a minute," cried Scraps. "This music thing interests me. I
+remember to have heard music when I first came to life, and I
+would like to hear it again. What is your name, my poor abused
+phonograph?" <br>
+<p>"Victor Columbia Edison," it answered.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, I shall call you 'Vic' for short," said the Patchwork
+Girl. "Go ahead and play something." <br>
+<p>"It'll drive you crazy," warned the cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm crazy now, according to your statement. Loosen up and reel
+out the music, Vic." <br>
+<p>"The only record I have with me," explained the phonograph,
+"is one the Magician attached just before we had our quarrel.
+It's a highly classical composition."<br>
+</p>
+
+"A what?" inquired Scraps. <br>
+<p>"It is classical music, and is considered the best and most
+puzzling ever manufactured. You're supposed to like it, whether
+you do or not, and if you don't, the proper thing is to look as
+if you did. Understand?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not in the least," said Scraps. <br>
+<p>"Then, listen!"<br>
+</p>
+
+At once the machine began to play and in a few minutes Ojo put
+his hands to his ears to shut out the sounds and the cat snarled
+and Scraps began to Jaugh. <br>
+<p>"Cut it out, Vic," she said. "That's enough."<br>
+</p>
+
+But the phonograph continued playing the dreary tune, so Ojo
+seized the crank, jerked it free and threw it into the road.
+However, the moment the crank struck the ground it hounded back
+to the machine again and began winding it up. And still the music
+played. <br>
+<p>"Let's run!" cried Scraps, and they all started and ran down
+the path as fast as they could go. But the phonograph was right
+behind them and could run and play at the same time. It called
+out, reproachfully:<br>
+</p>
+
+"What's the matter? Don't you love classical music?" <br>
+<p>"No, Vic," said Scraps, halting. "We will passical the
+classical and preserve what joy we have left. I haven't any
+nerves, thank goodness, but your music makes my cotton
+shrink."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then turn over my record. There's a rag-time tune on the other
+side," said the machine. <br>
+<p>"What's rag-time?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"The opposite of classical." <br>
+<p>"All right," said Scraps, and turned over the record.<br>
+</p>
+
+The phonograph now began to play a jerky jumble of sounds which
+proved so bewildering that after a moment Scraps stuffed her
+patchwork apron into the gold horn and cried: "Stop--stop! That's
+the other extreme. It's extremely bad!" <br>
+<p>Muffled as it was, the phonograph played on.<br>
+</p>
+
+"If you don't shut off that music I'll smash your record,"
+threatened Ojo. <br>
+<p>The music stopped, at that, and the machine turned its horn
+from one to another and said with great indignation: "What's the
+matter now? Is it possible you can't appreciate ragtime?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Scraps ought to, being rags herself," said the cat; "but I
+simply can't stand it; it makes my whiskers curl." <br>
+<p>"It is, indeed, dreadful!" exclaimed Ojo, with a shudder.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It's enough to drive a crazy lady mad," murmured the Patchwork
+Girl. "I'll tell you what, Vic," she added as she smoothed out
+her apron and put it on again, "for some reason or other you've
+missed your guess. You're not a concert; you're a nuisance. "
+<br>
+<p>"Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast," asserted the
+phonograph sadly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then we're not savages. I advise you to go home and beg the
+Magician's pardon." <br>
+<p>"Never! He'd smash me."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That's what we shall do, if you stay here," Ojo declared. <br>
+<p>"Run along, Vic, and bother some one else," advised Scraps.
+"Find some one who is real wicked, and stay with him till he
+repents. In that way you can do some good in the world."<br>
+</p>
+
+The music thing turned silently away and trotted down a side
+path, toward a distant Munchkin village. <br>
+<p>"Is that the way we go?" asked Bungle anxiously.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No," said Ojo; "I think we shall keep straight ahead, for this
+path is the widest and best. When we come to some house we will
+inquire the way to the Emerald City." <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_9">Chapter Eight</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>The foolish Owl and the Wise Donkey<br>
+</p>
+
+On they went, and half an hour's steady walking brought them to a
+house somewhat better than the two they had already passed. It
+stood close to the roadside and over the door was a sign that
+read: "Miss Foolish Owl and Mr. Wise Donkey: Public Advisers."
+<br>
+<p>When Ojo read this sign aloud Scraps said laughingly: "Well,
+here is a place to get all the advice we want, maybe more than we
+need. Let's go in."<br>
+</p>
+
+The boy knocked at the door. <br>
+<p>"Come in!" called a deep bass voice.<br>
+</p>
+
+So they opened the door and entered the house, where a little
+light-brown donkey, dressed in a blue apron and a blue cap, was
+engaged in dusting the furniture with a blue cloth. On a shelf
+over the window sat a great blue owl with a blue sunbonnet on her
+head, blinking her big round eyes at the visitors. <br>
+<p>"Good morning," said the donkey, in his deep voice, which
+seemed bigger than he was. "Did you come to us for advice?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, we came, anyhow," replied Scraps, "and now we are here we
+may as well have some advice. It's free, isn't it?" <br>
+<p>"Certainly," said the donkey. "Advice doesn't cost
+anything--unless you follow it. Permit me to say, by the way,
+that you are the queerest lot of travelers that ever came to my
+shop. Judging you merely by appearances, I think you'd better
+talk to the Foolish Owl yonder."<br>
+</p>
+
+They turned to look at the bird, which fluttered its wings and
+stared back at them with its big eyes. <br>
+<p>"Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot!" cried the owl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Fiddle-cum-foo, Howdy-do? Riddle-cum, tiddle-cum,
+Too-ra-la-loo!" <br>
+<p>"That beats your poetry, Scraps," said Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It's just nonsense!" declared the Glass Cat. <br>
+<p>"But it's good advice for the foolish," said the donkey,
+admiringly. "Listen to my partner, and you can't go wrong.<br>
+</p>
+
+Said the owl in a grumbling voice: <br>
+<p>"Patchwork Girl has come to life; No one's sweetheart, no
+one's wife; Lacking sense and loving fun, She'll be snubbed by
+everyone."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Quite a compliment! Quite a compliment, I declare," exclaimed
+the donkey, turning to look at Scraps. "You are certainly a
+wonder, my dear, and I fancy you'd make a splendid pincushion. If
+you belonged to me, I'd wear smoked glasses when I looked at
+you." <br>
+<p>"Why?" asked the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Because you are so gay and gaudy." <br>
+<p>"It is my beauty that dazzles you," she asserted. "You
+Munchkin people all strut around in your stupid blue color, while
+I--"<br>
+</p>
+
+"You are wrong in calling me a Munchkin," interrupted the donkey,
+"for I was born in the Land of Mo and came to visit the Land of
+Oz on the day it was shut off from all the rest of the world. So
+here I am obliged to stay, and I confess it is a very pleasant
+country to live in." <br>
+<p>"Hoot-ti-toot!" cried the owl;<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ojo's searching for a charm, 'Cause Unc Nunkie's come to harm.
+Charms are scarce; they're hard to get; Ojo's got a job, you
+bet!" <br>
+<p>"Is the owl so very foolish?" asked the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Extremely so," replied the donkey. "Notice what vulgar
+expressions she uses. But I admire the owl for the reason that
+she is positively foolish. Owls are supposed to be so very wise,
+generally, that a foolish one is unusual, and you perhaps know
+that anything or anyone unusual is sure to be interesting to the
+wise." <br>
+<p>The owl flapped its wings again, muttering these words:<br>
+</p>
+
+"It's hard to be a glassy cat-No cat can be more hard than that;
+She's so transparent, every act Is clear to us, and that's a
+fact." <br>
+<p>"Have you noticed my pink brains?" inquired Bungle, proudly.
+"You can see 'em work."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not in the daytime," said the donkey. "She can't see very well
+by day, poor thing. But her advice is excellent. I advise you all
+to follow it." <br>
+<p>"The owl hasn't given us any advice, as yet," the boy
+declared.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No? Then what do you call all those sweet poems?" <br>
+<p>"Just foolishness," replied Ojo. "Scraps does the same
+thing."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Foolishness! Of course! To be sure! The Foolish Owl must be
+foolish or she wouldn't be the Foolish Owl. You are very
+complimentary to my partner, indeed," asserted the donkey,
+rubbing his front hoofs together as if highly pleased. <br>
+<p>"The sign says that you are wise," remarked Scraps to the
+donkey. "I wish you would prove it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"With great pleasure," returned the beast. "Put me to the test,
+my dear Patches, and I'll prove my wisdom in the wink of an eye.
+<br>
+<p>"What is the best way to get to the Emerald City?" asked
+Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Walk," said the donkey. <br>
+<p>"I know; but what road shall I take?" was the boy's next
+question.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The road of yellow bricks, of course. It leads directly to the
+Emerald City." <br>
+<p>"And how shall we find the road of yellow bricks?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"By keeping along the path you have been following. You'll come
+to the yellow bricks pretty soon, and you'll know them when you
+see them because they're the only yellow things in the blue
+country." <br>
+<p>"Thank you," said the boy. "At last you have told me
+something."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Is that the extent of your wisdom?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"No," replied the donkey; "I know many other things, but they
+wouldn't interest you. So I'll give you a last word of advice:
+move on, for the sooner you do that the sooner you'll get to the
+Emerald City of Oz."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot-ti-too!" screeched the owl; <br>
+<p>"Off you go! fast or slow, Where you're going you don't know.
+Patches, Bungle, Muchkin lad, Facing fortunes good and bad,
+Meeting dangers grave and sad, Sometimes worried, sometimes
+glad-Where you're going you don't know, Nor do I, but off you
+go!"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Sounds like a hint, to me," said the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"Then let's take it and go," replied Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+They said good-bye to the Wise Donkey and the Foolish Owl and at
+once resumed their journey. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_10">Chapter Nine</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>They Meet the Woozy<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<p>"There seem to be very few houses around here, after all,"
+remarked Ojo, after they had walked for a time in silence.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Never mind," said Scraps; "we are not looking for houses, but
+rather the road of yellow bricks. Won't it be funny to run across
+something yellow in this dismal blue country?" <br>
+<p>"There are worse colors than yellow in this country," asserted
+the Glass Cat, in a spiteful tone.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh; do you mean the pink pebbles you call your brains, and your
+red heart and green eyes?" asked the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"No; I mean you, if you must know it," growled the cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You're jealous!" laughed Scraps. "You'd give your whiskers for a
+lovely variegated complexion like mine." <br>
+<p>"I wouldn't!" retorted the cat. "I've the clearest complexion
+in the world, and I don't employ a beauty-doctor, either."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I see you don't," said Scraps. <br>
+<p>"Please don't quarrel," begged Ojo. "This is an important
+journey, and quarreling makes me discouraged. To be brave, one
+must be cheerful, so I hope you will be as good-tempered as
+possible."<br>
+</p>
+
+They had traveled some distance when suddenly they faced a high
+fence which barred any further progress straight ahead. It ran
+directly across the road and enclosed a small forest of tall
+trees, set close together. When the group of adventurers peered
+through the bars of the fence they thought this forest looked
+more gloomy and forbidding than any they had ever seen before.
+<br>
+<p>They soon discovered that the path they had been following now
+made a bend and passed around the enclosure, but what made Ojo
+stop and look thoughtful was a sign painted on the fence which
+read:<br>
+</p>
+
+"BEWARE OF THE WOOZY!" <br>
+<p>"That means," he said, "that there's a Woozy inside that
+fence, and the Woozy must be a dangerous animal or they wouldn't
+tell people to beware of it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Let's keep out, then," replied Scraps. "That path is outside the
+fence, and Mr. Woozy may have all his little forest to himself,
+for all we care." <br>
+<p>"But one of our errands is to find a Woozy," Ojo explained.
+"The Magician wants me to get three hairs from the end of a
+Woozy's tail."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Let's go on and find some other Woozy," suggested the cat. "This
+one is ugly and dangerous, or they wouldn't cage him up. Maybe we
+shall find another that is tame and gentle." <br>
+<p>"Perhaps there isn't any other, at all," answered Ojo. "The
+sign doesn't say: 'Beware a Woozy'; it says: 'Beware the Woozy,'
+which may, mean there's only one in all the Land of Oz.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then," said Scraps, "suppose we go in and find him? Very likely
+if we ask him politely to let us pull three hairs out of the tip
+of his tail he won't hurt us." <br>
+<p>"It would hurt him, I'm sure, and that would make him cross,"
+said the cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You needn't worry, Bungle," remarked the Patchwork Girl; "for if
+there is danger you can climb a tree. Ojo and I are not afraid;
+are we, Ojo?" <br>
+<p>"I am, a little," the boy admitted; "but this danger must be
+faced, if we intend to save poor<br>
+</p>
+
+Unc Nunkie. How shall we get over the fence?" <br>
+<p>"Climb," answered Scraps, and at once she began climbing up
+the rows of bars. Ojo followed and found it more easy than he had
+expected. When they got to the top of the fence they began to get
+down on the other side and soon were in the forest. The Glass
+Cat, being small, crept between the lower bars and joined
+them.<br>
+</p>
+
+Here there was no path of any sort, so they entered the woods,
+the boy leading the way, and wandered through the trees until
+they were nearly in the center of the forest. They now came upon
+a clear space in which stood a rocky cave. <br>
+<p>So far they had met no living creature, but when Ojo saw the
+cave he knew it must be the den of the Woozy.<br>
+</p>
+
+It is hard to face any savage beast without a sinking of the
+heart, but still more terrifying is it to face an unknown beast,
+which you have never seen even a picture of. So there is little
+wonder that the pulses of the Munchkin boy beat fast as he and
+his companions stood facing the cave. The opening was perfectly
+square, and about big enough to admit a goat. <br>
+<p>"I guess the Woozy is asleep," said Scraps. "Shall I throw in
+a stone, to waken him?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"No; please don't," answered Ojo, his voice trembling a little.
+"I'm in no hurry." <br>
+<p>But he had not long to wait, for the Woozy heard the sound of
+voices and came trotting out of his cave. As this is the only
+Woozy that has ever lived, either in the Land of Oz or out of it,
+I must describe it to you.<br>
+</p>
+
+The creature was all squares and flat surfaces and edges. Its
+head was an exact square, like one of the building-blocks a child
+plays with; therefore it had no ears, but heard sounds through
+two openings in the upper corners. Its nose, being in the center
+of a square surface, was flat, while the mouth was formed by the
+opening of the lower edge of the block. The body of the Woozy was
+much larger than its head, but was likewise block-shaped--being
+twice as long as it was wide and high. The tail was square and
+stubby and perfectly straight, and the four legs were made in the
+same way, each being four-sided. The animal was covered with a
+thick, smooth skin and had no hair at all except at the extreme
+end of its tail, where there grew exactly three stiff, stubby
+hairs. The beast was dark blue in color and his face was not
+fierce nor ferocious in expression, but rather good-humored and
+droll. <br>
+<p>Seeing the strangers, the Woozy folded his hind legs as if
+they Lad been hinged and sat down to look his visitors over.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, well," he exclaimed; "what a queer lot you are! at first I
+thought some of those miserable Munchkin farmers had come to
+annoy me, but I am relieved to find you in their stead. It is
+plain to me that you are a remarkable group--as remarkable in
+your way as I am in mine--and so you are welcome to my domain.
+Nice place, isn't it? But lonesome-dreadfully lonesome." <br>
+<p>"Why did they shut you up here?" asked Scraps, who was
+regarding the queer, square creature with much curiosity.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Because I eat up all the honey-bees which the Munchkin farmers
+who live around here keep to make them honey." <br>
+<p>"Are you fond of eating honey-bees?" inquired the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Very. They are really delicious. But the farmers did not like to
+lose their bees and so they tried to destroy me. Of course they
+couldn't do that." <br>
+<p>"Why not?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"My skin is so thick and tough that nothing can get through it to
+hurt me. So, finding they could not destroy me, they drove me
+into this forest and built a fence around me. Unkind, wasn't it?"
+<br>
+<p>"But what do you eat now?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Nothing at all. I've tried the leaves from the trees and the
+mosses and creeping vines, but they don't seem to suit my taste.
+So, there being no honey-bees here, I've eaten nothing for years.
+<br>
+<p>"You must be awfully hungry," said the boy. "I've got some
+bread and cheese in my basket. Would you like that kind of
+food?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Give me a nibble and I will try it; then I can tell you better
+whether it is grateful to my appetite," returned the Woozy. <br>
+<p>So the boy opened his basket and broke a piece off the loaf of
+bread. He tossed it toward the Woozy, who cleverly caught it in
+his mouth and ate it in a twinkling.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That's rather good," declared the animal. "Any more?" <br>
+<p>"Try some cheese," said Ojo, and threw down a piece.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Woozy ate that, too, and smacked its long, thin lips. <br>
+<p>"That's mighty good!" it exclaimed. "Any more?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Plenty," replied Ojo. So he sat down on a Stump and fed the
+Woozy bread and cheese for a long time; for, no matter how much
+the boy broke off, the loaf and the slice remained just as big.
+<br>
+<p>"That'll do," said the Woozy, at last; "I'm quite full. I hope
+the strange food won't give me indigestion.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I hope not," said Ojo. "It's what I eat." <br>
+<p>"Well, I must say I'm much obliged, and I'm glad you came,"
+announced the beast. "Is there anything I can do in return for
+your kindness?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," said Ojo earnestly, "you have it in your power to do me a
+great favor, if you will." <br>
+<p>"What is it?" asked the Woozy. "Name the favor and I will
+grant it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I--I want three hairs from the tip of your tail," said Ojo, with
+some hesitation. <br>
+<p>"Three hairs! Why, that's all I have--on my tail or anywhere
+else," exclaimed the beast.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I know; but I want them very much." <br>
+<p>"They are my sole ornaments, my prettiest feature," said the
+Woozy, uneasily. "If I give up those three hairs I--I'm just a
+blockhead."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yet I must have them," insisted the boy, firmly, and he then
+told the Woozy all about the accident to Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte, and how the three hairs were to be a part of the
+magic charm that would restore them to life. The beast listened
+with attention and when Ojo had finished the recital it said,
+with a sigh. <br>
+<p>"I always keep my word, for I pride myself on being square. So
+you may have the three hairs, and welcome. I think, under such
+circumstances, it would be selfish in me to refuse you."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Thank you! Thank you very much," cried the boy, joyfully. "May I
+pull out the hairs now?" <br>
+<p>"Any time you like," answered the Woozy.<br>
+</p>
+
+So Ojo went up to the queer creature and taking hold of one of
+the hairs began to pull. He pulled harder. He pulled with all his
+might; but the hair remained fast. <br>
+<p>"What's the trouble?" asked the Woozy, which Ojo had dragged
+here and there all around the clearing in his endeavor to pull
+out the hair.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It won't come," said the boy, panting. <br>
+<p>"I was afraid of that," declared the beast. "You'll have to
+pull harder."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'll help you," exclaimed Scraps, coming to the boy's side. "You
+pull the hair, and I'll pull you, and together we ought to get it
+out easily." <br>
+<p>"Wait a jiffy," called the Woozy, and then it went to a tree
+and hugged it with its front paws, so that its body couldn't be
+dragged around by the pull. "All ready, now. Go ahead!"<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo grasped the hair with both hands and pulled with all his
+strength, while Scraps seized the boy around his waist and added
+her strength to his. But the hair wouldn't budge. Instead, it
+slipped out of Ojo's hands and he and Scraps both rolled upon the
+ground in a heap and never stopped until they bumped against the
+rocky cave. <br>
+<p>"Give it up," advised the Glass Cat, as the boy arose and
+assisted the Patchwork Girl to her feet. "A dozen strong men
+couldn't pull out those Hairs. I believe they're clinched on the
+under side of the Woozy's thick skin."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then what shall I do?" asked the boy, despairingly. "If on our
+return I fail to take these three hairs to the Crooked Magician,
+the other things I have come to seek will be of no use at all,
+and we cannot restore Unc Nunkie and Margolotte to life." <br>
+<p>"They're goners, I guess," said the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Never mind," added the cat. "I can't see that old Unc and
+Margolotte are worth all this trouble, anyhow." <br>
+<p>But Ojo did not feel that way. He was so disheartened that he
+sat down upon a stump and began to cry.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Woozy looked at the boy thoughtfully. <br>
+<p>"Why don't you take me with you?" asked the beast. "Then, when
+at last you get to the Magician's house, he can surely find some
+way to pull out those three hairs."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo was overjoyed at this suggestion. <br>
+<p>"That's it!" he cried, wiping away the tears and springing to
+his feet with a smile. "If I take the three hairs to the
+Magician, it won't matter if they are still in your body."<br>
+</p>
+
+"It can't matter in the least," agreed the Woozy. <br>
+<p>"Come on, then," said the boy, picking up his basket; "let us
+start at once. I have several other things to find, you
+know."<br>
+</p>
+
+But the Class Cat gave a little laugh and inquired in her
+scornful way: <br>
+<p>"How do you intend to get the beast out of this forest?"<br>
+</p>
+
+That puzzled them all for a time. <br>
+<p>"Let us go to the fence, and then we may find a way,"
+suggested Scraps. So they walked through the forest to the fence,
+reaching it at a point exactly opposite that where they had
+entered the enclosure.<br>
+</p>
+
+"How did you get in?" asked the Woozy. <br>
+<p>"We climbed over," answered Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I can't do that," said the beast. "I'm a very swift runner, for
+I can overtake a honey-bee as it flies; and I can jump very high,
+which is the reason they made such a tall fence to keep me in.
+But I can't climb at all, and I'm too big to squeeze between the
+bars of the fence." <br>
+<p>Ojo tried to think what to do.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can you dig?" he asked. <br>
+<p>"No," answered the Woozy, "for I have no claws. My feet are
+quite flat on the bottom of them. Nor can I gnaw away the boards,
+as I have no teeth."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You're not such a terrible creature, after all," remarked
+Scraps. <br>
+<p>"You haven't heard me growl, or you wouldn't say that,"
+declared the Woozy. "When I growl, the sound echoes like thunder
+all through the valleys and woodlands, and children tremble with
+fear, and women cover their heads with their aprons, and big men
+run and hide. I suppose there is nothing in the world so terrible
+to listen to as the growl of a Woosy."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Please don't growl, then," begged Ojo, earnestly. <br>
+<p>"There is no danger of my growling, for I am not angry. Only
+when angry do I utter my fearful, ear-splitting, soul-shuddering
+growl. Also, when I am angry, my eyes flash fire, whether I growl
+or not."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Real fire?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Of course, real fire. Do you suppose they'd flash imitation
+fire?" inquired the Woozy, in an injured tone.<br>
+</p>
+
+"In that case, I've solved the riddle," cried Scraps, dancing
+with glee. "Those fence-boards are made of wood, and if the Woozy
+stands close to the fence and lets his eyes flash fire, they
+might set fire to the fence and burn it up. Then he could walk
+away with us easily, being free." <br>
+<p>"Ah, I have never thought of that plan, or I would have been
+free long ago," said the Woozy. "But I cannot flash fire from my
+eyes unless I am very angry."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can't you get angry 'bout something, please?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"I'll try. You just say 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Will that make you angry?" inquired the boy~. <br>
+<p>"Terribly angry."<br>
+</p>
+
+"What does it mean?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"I don't know; that's what makes me so angry," re-plied the
+Woozy.<br>
+</p>
+
+He then stood close to the fence, with his head near one of the
+boards, and Scraps called out "Krizzle-Kroo!" Then Ojo said
+"Krizzle-Kroo!" and the Glass Cat said "Krizzle-Kroo!" The Woozy
+began to tremble with anger and small sparks darted from his
+eyes. Seeing this, they all cried "Krizzle-Kroo!" together, and
+that made the beast's eyes flash fire so fiercely that the
+fence-board caught the sparks and began to smoke. Then it burst
+into flame, and the Woozy stepped back and said triumphantly:
+<br>
+<p>"Aha! That did the business, all right. It was a happy thought
+for you to yell all together, for that made me as angry as I have
+ever been. Fine sparks, weren't they?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Reg'lar fireworks," replied Scraps, admiringly. <br>
+<p>In a few moments the board had burned to a distance of several
+feet, leaving an opening big enough for them all to pass through.
+Ojo broke some branches from a tree and with them whipped the
+fire until it was extinguished.<br>
+</p>
+
+"We don't want to burn the whole fence down," said he, "for the
+flames would attract the attention of the Munchkin farmers, who
+would then come and capture the Woozy again. I guess they'll be
+rather surprised when they find he's escaped." <br>
+<p>"So they will," declared the Woozy, chuckling gleefully. "When
+they find I'm gone the farmers will be badly scared, for they'll
+expect me to eat up their honey-bees, as I did before."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That reminds me," said the boy, "that you must promise not to
+eat honey-bees while you are in our company." <br>
+<p>"None at all?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not a bee. You would get us all into trouble, and we can't
+afford to have any more trouble than is necessary. I'll feed you
+all the bread and cheese you want, and that must satisfy you."
+<br>
+<p>"All right; I'll promise," said the Woozy, cheerfully. "And
+when I promise anything you can depend on it, 'cause I'm
+square."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't see what difference that makes," observed the Patchwork
+Girl, as they found the path and continued their journey. "The
+shape doesn't make a thing honest, does it?" <br>
+<p>"Of course it does," returned the Woozy, very decidedly. "No
+one could trust that Crooked Magician, for instance, just because
+he is crooked; but a square Woozy couldn't do anything crooked if
+he wanted to."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I am neither square nor crooked," said Scraps, looking down at
+her plump body. <br>
+<p>"No; you're round, so you're liable to do anything," asserted
+the Woozy. "Do not blame me, Miss Gorgeous, if I regard you with
+suspicion. Many a satin ribbon has a cotton back."<br>
+</p>
+
+Scraps didn't understand this, but she had an uneasy misgiving
+that she had a cotton back herself. It would settle down, at
+times, and make her squat and dumpy, and then she had to roll
+herself in the road until her body stretched out again. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_11">Chapter Ten</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>Shaggy Man to the Rescue<br>
+</p>
+
+They had not gone very far before Bungle, who had run on ahead,
+came bounding back to say that the road of yellow bricks was just
+before them. At once they hurried forward to see what this famous
+road looked like. <br>
+<p>It was a broad road, but not straight, for it wandered over
+hill and dale and picked out the easiest places to go. All its
+length and breadth was paved with smooth bricks of a bright
+yellow color, so it was smooth and level except in a few places
+where the bricks had crumbled or been removed, leaving holes that
+might cause the unwary to stumble.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I wonder," said Ojo, looking up and down the road, "which way to
+go." <br>
+<p>"Where are you bound for?" asked the Woozy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The Emerald City," he replied. <br>
+<p>"Then go west," said the Woozy. "I know this road pretty well,
+for I've chased many a honey-bee over it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Have you ever been to the Emerald City?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"No. I am very shy by nature, as you may have noticed, so I
+haven't mingled much in society."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Are you afraid of men?" inquired the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"Me? With my heart-rending growl-my horrible, shudderful
+growl? I should say not. I am not afraid of anything," declared
+the Woozy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I wish I could say the same," sighed Ojo. "I don't think we need
+be afraid when we get to the Emerald City, for Unc Nunkie has
+told me that Ozma, our girl Ruler, is very lovely and kind, and
+tries to help everyone who is in trouble. But they say there are
+many dangers lurking on the road to the great Fairy City, and so
+we must be very careful." <br>
+<p>"I hope nothing will break me," said the Glass Cat, in a
+nervous voice. "I'm a little brittle, you know, and can't stand
+many hard knocks."<br>
+</p>
+
+"If anything should fade the colors of my lovely patches it would
+break my heart," said the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"I'm not sure you have a heart," Ojo reminded her.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then it would break my cotton," persisted Scraps. "Do you think
+they are all fast colors, Ojo?" she asked anxiously. <br>
+<p>"They seem fast enough when you run," he replied; and then,
+looking ahead of them, he exclaimed: "Oh, what lovely trees!"<br>
+</p>
+
+They were certainly pretty to look upon and the travelers hurried
+forward to observe them more closely. <br>
+<p>"Why, they are not trees at all," said Scraps; "they are just
+monstrous plants."<br>
+</p>
+
+That is what they really were: masses of great broad leaves which
+rose from the ground far into the air, until they towered twice
+as high as the top of the Patchwork Girl's head, who was a little
+taller than Ojo. The plants formed rows on both sides of the road
+and from each plant rose a dozen or more of the big broad leaves,
+which swayed continually from side to side, although no wind was
+blowing. But the most curious thing about the swaying leaves was
+their color. They seemed to have a general groundwork of blue,
+but here and there other colors glinted at times through the
+blue--gorgeous yellows, turning to pink, purple, orange and
+scarlet, mingled with more sober browns and grays--each appearing
+as a blotch or stripe anywhere on a leaf and then disappearing,
+to be replaced by some other color of a different shape. The
+changeful coloring of the great leaves was very beautiful, but it
+was bewildering, as well, and the novelty of the scene drew our
+travelers close to the line of plants, where they stood watching
+them with rapt interest. <br>
+<p>Suddenly a leaf bent lower than usual and touched the
+Patchwork Girl. Swiftly it enveloped her in its embrace, covering
+her completely in its thick folds, and then it swayed back upon
+its stem.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, she's gone!" gasped Ojo, in amazement, and listening
+carefully he thought he could hear the muffled screams of Scraps
+coming from the center of the folded leaf. But, before he could
+think what he ought to do to save her, another leaf bent down and
+captured the Glass Cat, rolling around the little creature until
+she was completely hidden, and then straightening up again upon
+its stem. <br>
+<p>"Look out," cried the Woozy. "Run! Run fast, or you are
+lost."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo turned and saw the Woozy running swiftly up the road. But the
+last leaf of the row of plants seized the beast even as he ran
+and instantly he disappeared from sight. <br>
+<p>The boy had no chance to escape. Half a dozen of the great
+leaves were bending toward him from different directions and as
+he stood hesitating one of them clutched him in its embrace. In a
+flash he was in the dark. Then he felt himself gently lifted
+until he was swaying in the air, with the folds of the leaf
+hugging him on all sides.<br>
+</p>
+
+At first he struggled hard to escape, crying out in anger: "Let
+me go! Let me go!" But neither struggles nor protests had any
+effect whatever. The leaf held him firmly and he was a prisoner."
+<br>
+<p>Then Ojo quieted himself and tried to think. Despair fell upon
+him when he remembered that all his little party had been
+captured, even as he was, and there was none to save them.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I might have expected it," he sobbed, miserably. "I'm Ojo the
+Unlucky, and something dreadful was sure to happen to me." <br>
+<p>He pushed against the leaf that held him and found it to be
+soft, but thick and firm. It was like a great bandage all around
+him and he found it difficult to move his body or limbs in order
+to change their position.<br>
+</p>
+
+The minutes passed and became hours. Ojo wondered how long one
+could live in such a condition and if the leaf would gradually
+sap his strength and even his life, in order to feed itself. The
+little Munchkin boy had never heard of any person dying in the
+Land of Oz, but he knew one could suffer a great deal of pain.
+His greatest fear at this time was that he would always remain
+imprisoned in the beautiful leaf and never see the light of day
+again. <br>
+<p>No sound came to him through the leaf; all around was intense
+silence. Ojo wondered if Scraps had stopped screaming, or if the
+folds of the leaf prevented his hearing her. By and by he thought
+he heard a whistle, as of some one whistling a tune. Yes; it
+really must be some one whistling, he decided, for he could
+follow the strains of a pretty Munchkin melody that Unc Nunkie
+used to sing to him. The sounds were low and sweet and, although
+they reached Ojo's ears very faintly, they were clear and
+harmonious.<br>
+</p>
+
+Could the leaf whistle, Ojo wondered? Nearer and nearer came the
+sounds and then they seemed to be just the other side of the leaf
+that was hugging him. <br>
+<p>Suddenly the whole leaf toppled and fell, carrying the boy
+with it, and while he sprawled at full length the folds slowly
+relaxed and set him free. He scrambled quickly to his feet and
+found that a strange man was standing before him--a man so
+curious in appearance that the boy stared with round eyes.<br>
+</p>
+
+He was a big man, with shaggy whiskers, shaggy eyebrows, shaggy
+hair--but kindly blue eyes that were gentle as those of a cow. On
+his head was a green velvet hat with a jeweled band, which was
+all shaggy around the brim. Rich but shaggy laces were at his
+throat; a coat with shaggy edges was decorated with diamond
+buttons; the velvet breeches had jeweled buckles at the knees and
+shags all around the bottoms. On his breast hung a medallion
+bearing a picture of Princess Dorothy of Oz, and in his hand, as
+he stood looking at Ojo, was a sharp knife shaped like a dagger.
+<br>
+<p>"Oh!" exclaimed Ojo, greatly astonished at the sight of this
+stranger; and then he added: "Who has saved me, sir?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can't you see?" replied the other, with a smile; "I'm the Shaggy
+Man." <br>
+<p>"Yes; I can see that," said the boy, nodding. "Was it you who
+rescued me from the leaf?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"None other, you may be sure. But take care, or I shall have to
+rescue you again." <br>
+<p>Ojo gave a jump, for he saw several broad leaves leaning
+toward him; but the Shaggy Man began to whistle again, and at the
+sound the leaves all straightened up on their stems and kept
+still.<br>
+</p>
+
+The man now took Ojo's arm and led him up the road, past the last
+of the great plants, and not till he was safely beyond their
+reach did he cease his whistling. <br>
+<p>"You see, the music charms 'em," said he. "Singing or
+whistling--it doesn't matter which-makes 'em behave, and nothing
+else will. I always whistle as I go by 'em and so they always let
+me alone. Today as I went by, whistling, I saw a leaf curled and
+knew there must be something inside it. I cut down the leaf with
+my knife and--out you popped. Lucky I passed by, wasn't it?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"You were very kind," said Ojo, "and I thank you. Will you please
+rescue my companions, also?" <br>
+<p>"What companions?" asked the Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The leaves grabbed them all," said the boy. "There's a Patchwork
+Girl and--" <br>
+<p>"A what?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"A girl made of patchwork, you know. She's alive and her name is
+Scraps. And there's a Glass Cat--" <br>
+<p>"Glass?" asked the Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"All glass." <br>
+<p>"And alive?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," said Ojo; "she has pink brains. And there's a Woozy--"
+<br>
+<p>"What's a Woozy?" inquired the Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, I--I--can't describe it," answered the boy, greatly
+perplexed. "But it's a queer animal with three hairs on the tip
+of its tail that won't come out and--" <br>
+<p>"What won't come out?" asked the Shaggy Man; "the tail?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"The hairs won't come out. But you'll see the Woozy, if you'll
+please rescue it, and then you'll know just what it is." <br>
+<p>"Of course," said the Shaggy Man, nodding his shaggy head. And
+then he walked back among the plants, still whistling, and found
+the three leaves which were curled around Ojo's traveling
+companions. The first leaf he cut down released Scraps, and on
+seeing her the Shaggy Man threw back his shaggy head, opened wide
+his mouth and laughed so shaggily and yet so merrily that Scraps
+liked him at once. Then he took off his hat and made her a low
+bow, saying:<br>
+</p>
+
+"My dear, you're a wonder. I must introduce you to my friend the
+Scarecrow." <br>
+<p>When he cut down the second leaf he rescued the Glass Cat, and
+Bungle was so frightened that she scampered away like a streak
+and soon had joined Ojo, when she sat beside him panting and
+trembling. The last plant of all the row had captured the Woozy,
+and a big bunch in the center of the curled leaf showed plainly
+where he was. With his sharp knife the Shaggy Man sliced off the
+stem of the leaf and as it fell and unfolded out trotted the
+Woozy and escaped beyond the reach of any more of the dangerous
+plants.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_12">Chapter Eleven</h1>
+
+<br>
+A Good Friend <br>
+<p>Soon the entire party was gathered on the road of yellow
+bricks, quite beyond the reach of the beautiful but treacherous
+plants. The Shaggy Man, staring first at one and then at the
+other, seemed greatly pleased and interested.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I've seen queer things since I came to the Land of Oz," said he,
+"but never anything queerer than this band of adventurers. Let us
+sit down a while, and have a talk and get acquainted." <br>
+<p>"Haven't you always lived in the Land of Oz?" asked the
+Munchkin boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No; I used to live in the big, outside world. But I came here
+once with Dorothy, and Ozma let me stay." <br>
+<p>"How do you like Oz?" asked Scraps. "Isn't the country and the
+climate grand?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"It's the finest country in all the world, even if it is a
+fairyland. and I'm happy every minute I live in it," said the
+Shaggy Man. "But tell me something about yourselves." <br>
+<p>So Ojo related the story of his visit to the house of the
+Crooked Magician, and how he met there the Class Cat, and how the
+Patchwork Girl was brought to life and of the terrible accident
+to Unc Nunkie and Margdotte. Then he told how he had set out to
+find the five different things which the Magician needed to make
+a charm that would restore the marble figures to life, one
+requirement being three hairs from a Woozy's tail.<br>
+</p>
+
+"We found the Woozy," explained the boy, "and he agreed to give
+us the three hairs; but we couldn't pull them out. So we had to
+bring the Woozy along with us." <br>
+<p>"I see," returned the Shaggy Man, who had listened with
+interest to the story. "But perhaps I, who am big and strong, can
+pull those three hairs from the Woozy's tail."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Try it, if you like," said the Woozy. <br>
+<p>So the Shaggy Man tried it, but pull as hard as he could he
+failed to get the hairs out of the Woozy's tail. So he sat down
+again and wiped his shaggy face with a shaggy silk handkerchief
+and said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"It doesn't matter. If you can keep the Woozy until you get the
+rest of the things you need, you can take the beast and his three
+hairs to the Crooked Magician and let him find a way to extract
+'em. What are the other things you are to find?" <br>
+<p>"One," said Ojo, "is a six-leaved clover."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You ought to find that in the fields around the Emerald City,"
+said the Shaggy Man. "There is a Law against picking six-leaved
+clovers, but I think I can get Ozma to let you have one." <br>
+<p>"Thank you," replied Ojo. "The next thing is the left wing of
+a yellow butterfly."<br>
+</p>
+
+"For that you must go to the Winkle Country," the Shaggy Man
+declared. "I've never noticed any butterflies there, but that is
+the yellow country of Oz and it's ruled, by a good friend of
+mine, the Tin Woodman." <br>
+<p>"Oh, I've heard of him!" exclaimed Ojo. "He must be a
+wonderful man."<br>
+</p>
+
+"So he is, and his heart is wonderfully kind. I'm sure the Tin
+Woodman will do all in his power to help you to save your Unc
+Nunkie and poor Margolotte." <br>
+<p>"The next thing I must find," said the Munchkin boy, "is a
+gill of water from a dark well."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Indeed! Well, that is more difficult," said the Shaggy Man,
+scratching his left ear in a puzzled way. "I've never heard of a
+dark well; have you?" <br>
+<p>"No," said Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Do you know where one may be found?" inquired the Shaggy Man.
+<br>
+<p>"I can't imagine," said Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then we must ask the Scarecrow." <br>
+<p>"The Scarecrow! But surely, sir, a scarecrow can't know
+anything."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Most scarecrows don't, I admit," answered the Shaggy Man. "But
+this Scarecrow of whom I speak is very intelligent. He claims to
+possess the best brains in all Oz." <br>
+<p>"Better than mine?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Better than mine?" echoed the Glass Cat. "Mine are pink, and you
+can see 'em work." <br>
+<p>"Well, you can't see the Scarecrow's brains work, but they do
+a lot of clever thinking," asserted the Shaggy Man. "If anyone
+knows where a dark well is, it's my friend the Scarecrow."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Where does he live?" inquired Ojo. <br>
+<p>"He has a splendid castle in the Winkle Country, near to the
+palace of his friend the Tin Woodman, and he is often to be found
+in the Emerald City, where he visits Dorothy at the royal
+palace."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then we will ask him about the dark well," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"But what else does this Crooked Magician want?" asked the
+Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"A drop of oil from a live man's body." <br>
+<p>"Oh; but there isn't such a thing."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That is what I thought," replied Ojo; "but the Crooked Magician
+said it wouldn't be called for by the recipe if it couldn't be
+found, and therefore I must search until I find it." <br>
+<p>"I wish you good luck," said the Shaggy Man, shaking his head
+doubtfully; "but I imagine you'll have a hard job getting a drop
+of oil from a live man's body. There's blood in a body, but no
+oil."<br>
+</p>
+
+"There's cotton in mine," said Scraps, dancing a little jig. <br>
+<p>"I don't doubt it," returned the Shaggy Man admiringly.
+"You're a regular comforter and as sweet as patchwork can be. All
+you lack is dignity."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I hate dignity," cried Scraps, kicking a pebble high in the air
+and then trying to catch it as it fell. "Half the fools and all
+the wise folks are dignified, and I'm neither the one nor the
+other." <br>
+<p>"She's just crazy," explained the Glass Cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Shaggy Man laughed. <br>
+<p>"She's delightful, in her way," he said. "I'm sure Dorothy
+will be pleased with her, and the Scarecrow will dote on her. Did
+you say you were traveling toward the Emerald City?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," replied Ojo. "I thought that the best place to go, at
+first, because the six-leaved clover may be found there." <br>
+<p>"I'll go with you," said the Shaggy Man, "and show you the
+way."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Thank you," exclaimed Ojo. "I hope it won't put you out any."
+<br>
+<p>"No," said the other, "I wasn't going anywhere in particular.
+I've been a rover all my life, and although Ozma has given me a
+suite of beautiful rooms in her palace I still get the wandering
+fever once in a while and start out to roam the country over.
+I've been away from the Emerald City several weeks, this time,
+and now that I've met you and your friends I'm sure it will
+interest me to accompany you to the great city of Oz and
+introduce you to my friends."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That will be very nice," said the boy, gratefully. <br>
+<p>"I hope your friends are not dignified," observed Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Some are, and some are not," he answered; "but I never criticise
+my friends. If they are really true friends; they may be anything
+they like, for all of me." <br>
+<p>"There's some sense in that," said Scraps, nodding her queer
+head in approval. "Come on, and let's get to the Emerald City as
+soon as possible." With this she ran up the path, skipping and
+dancing, and then turned to await them.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It is quite a distance from here to the Emerald City," remarked
+the Shaggy Man, "so we shall not get there to-day, nor to-morrow.
+Therefore let us take the jaunt in an easy manner. I'm an old
+traveler and have found that I never gain anything by being in a
+hurry. 'Take it easy' is my motto. If you can't take it easy,
+take it as easy as you can." <br>
+<p>After walking some distance over the road of yellow bricks Ojo
+said he was hungry and would stop to eat some bread and cheese.
+He offered a portion of the food to the Shaggy Man, who thanked
+him but refused it.<br>
+</p>
+
+"When I start out on my travels," said he, "I carry along enough
+square meals to last me several weeks. Think I'll indulge in one
+now, as long as we're stopping anyway." <br>
+<p>Saying this, he took a bottle from his pocket and shook from
+it a tablet about the size of one of Ojo's finger-nails.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That," announced the Shaggy Man, "is a square meal, in condensed
+form. Invention of the great Professor Woggle-Bug, of the Royal
+College of Athletics. It contains soup, fish, roast meat, salad,
+apple-dumplings, ice cream and chocolatedrops, all boiled down to
+this small size, so it can be conveniently carried and swallowed
+when you are hungry and need a square meal." <br>
+<p>"I'm square," said the Woozy. "Give me one, please."<br>
+</p>
+
+So the Shaggy Man gave the Woozy a tablet from his bottle and the
+beast ate it in a twinkling. <br>
+<p>"You have now had a six course dinner," declared the Shaggy
+Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Pshaw!" said the Woozy, ungratefully, "I want to taste
+something. There's no fun in that sort of eating." <br>
+<p>"One should only eat to sustain life," replied the Shaggy Man,
+"and that tablet is equal to a peck of other food."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't care for it. I want something I can chew and taste,"
+grumbled the Woozy. <br>
+<p>"You are quite wrong, my poor beast," said the Shaggy Man in a
+tone of pity. "Think how tired your jaws would get chewing a
+square meal like this, if it were not condensed to the size of a
+small tablet--which you can swallow in a jiffy."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Chewing isn't tiresome; it's fun, maintained the Woozy. "I
+always chew the honey-bees when I catch them. Give me some bread
+and cheese, Ojo." <br>
+<p>"No, no! You've already eaten a big dinner!" protested the
+Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"May be," answered the Woozy; "but I guess I'll fool myself by
+munching some bread and cheese. I may not be hungry, having eaten
+all those things you gave me, but I consider this eating business
+a matter of taste, and I like to realize what's going into me."
+<br>
+<p>Ojo gave the beast what he wanted, but the Shaggy Man shook
+his shaggy head reproachfully and said there was no animal so
+obstinate or hard to convince as a Woozy.<br>
+</p>
+
+At this moment a patter of footsteps was heard, and looking up
+they saw the live phonograph standing before them. It seemed to
+have passed through many adventures since Ojo and his comrades
+last saw the machine, for the varnish of its wooden case was all
+marred and dented and scratched in a way that gave it an aged and
+disreputable appearance. <br>
+<p>"Dear me!" exclaimed Ojo, staring hard. "What has happened to
+you?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Nothing much," replied the phonograph in a sad and depressed
+voice. "I've had enough things thrown at me, since I left you, to
+stock a department store and furnish half a dozen
+bargain-counters." <br>
+<p>"Are you so broken up that you can't play?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No; I still am able to grind out delicious music. Just now I've
+a record on tap that is really superb," said the phonograph,
+growing more cheerful. <br>
+<p>"That is too bad," remarked Ojo. "We've no objection to you as
+a machine, you know; but as a music-maker we hate you."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then why was I ever invented?" demanded the machine, in a tone
+of indignant protest. <br>
+<p>They looked at one another inquiringly, but no one could
+answer such a puzzling question. Finally the Shaggy Man said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'd like to hear the phonograph play." <br>
+<p>Ojo sighed. "We've been very happy since we met you, sir," he
+said.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I know. But a little misery, at times, makes one appreciate
+happiness more. Tell me, Phony, what is this record like, which
+you say you have on tap?" <br>
+<p>"It's a popular song, sir. In all civilized lands the common
+people have gone wild over it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Makes civilized folks wild folks, eh? Then it's dangerous." <br>
+<p>"Wild with joy, I mean," explained the phonograph. "Listen.
+This song will prove a rare treat to you, I know. It made the
+author rich--for an author. It is called 'My Lulu.'"<br>
+</p>
+
+Then the phonograph began to play. A strain of odd, jerky sounds
+was followed by these words, sung by a man through his nose with
+great vigor of expression: <br>
+<p>"Ah wants mah Lulu, mah coal-black Lulu; Ah wants mah loo-loo,
+loo-loo, loo-loo, Lu! Ah loves mah Lulu, mah coal-black Lulu,
+There ain't nobody else loves loo-loo, Lu!"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Here-shut that off!" cried the Shaggy Man, springing to his
+feet. "What do you mean by such impertinence?" <br>
+<p>"It's the latest popular song," declared the phonograph,
+speaking in a sulky tone of voice.<br>
+</p>
+
+"A popular song?" <br>
+<p>"Yes. One that the feeble-minded can remember the words of and
+those ignorant of music can whistle or sing. That makes a popular
+song popular, and the time is coming when it will take the place
+of all other songs."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That time won't come to us, just yet," said the Shaggy Man,
+sternly: "I'm something of a singer myself, and I don't intend to
+be throttled by any Lulus like your coal-black one. I shall take
+you all apart, Mr. Phony, and scatter your pieces far and wide
+over the country, as a matter of kindness to the people you might
+meet if allowed to run around loose. Having performed this
+painful duty I shall--" <br>
+<p>But before he could say more the phonograph turned and dashed
+up the road as fast as its four table-legs could carry it, and
+soon it had entirely disappeared from their view.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Shaggy Man sat down again and seemed well pleased. "Some one
+else will save me the trouble of scattering that phonograph,"
+said he; "for it is not possible that such a music-maker can last
+long in the Land of Oz. When you are rested, friends, let us go
+on our way." <br>
+<p>During the afternoon the travelers found themselves in a
+lonely and uninhabited part of the country. Even the fields were
+no longer cultivated and the country began to resemble a
+wilderness. The road of yellow bricks seemed to have been
+neglected and became uneven and more difficult to walk upon.
+Scrubby under-brush grew on either side of the way. while huge
+rocks were scattered around in abundance.<br>
+</p>
+
+But this did not deter Ojo and his friends from trudging on, and
+they beguiled the journey with jokes and cheerful conversation.
+Toward evening they reached a crystal spring which gushed from a
+tall rock by the roadside and near this spring stood a deserted
+cabin. Said the Shaggy Man, halting here: <br>
+<p>"We may as well pass the night here, where there is shelter
+for our heads and good water to drink. Road beyond here is pretty
+bad; worst we shall have to travel; so let's wait until morning
+before we tackle it."<br>
+</p>
+
+They agreed to this and Ojo found some brushwood in the cabin and
+made a fire on the hearth. The fire delighted Scraps, who danced
+before it until Ojo warned her she might set fire to herself and
+burn up. After that the Patchwork Girl kept at a respectful
+distance from the darting flames, but the Woozy lay down before
+the fire like a big dog and seemed to enjoy its warmth. <br>
+<p>For supper the Shaggy Man ate one of his tablets, but Ojo
+stuck to his bread and cheese as the most satisfying food. He
+also gave a portion to the Woozy.<br>
+</p>
+
+When darkness came on and they sat in a circle on the cabin
+floor, facing the firelight--there being no furniture of any sort
+in the place--Ojo said to the Shaggy Man: <br>
+<p>"Won't you tell us a story?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm not good at stories," was the reply; "but I sing like a
+bird." <br>
+<p>"Raven, or crow?" asked the Glass Cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Like a song bird. I'll prove it. I'll sing a song I composed
+myself. Don't tell anyone I'm a poet; they might want me to write
+a book. Don't tell 'em I can sing, or they'd want me to make
+records for that awful phonograph. Haven't time to be a public
+benefactor, so I'll just sing you this little song for your own
+amusement." <br>
+<p>They were glad enough to be entertained, and listened with
+interest while the Shaggy Man chanted the following verses to a
+tune that was not unpleasant:<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'll sing a song of Ozland, where wondrous creatures dwell And
+fruits and flowers and shady bowers abound in every dell, Where
+magic is a science and where no one shows surprise If some
+amazing thing takes place before his very eyes. <br>
+<p>Our Ruler's a bewitching girl whom fairies love to please;
+She's always kept her magic sceptre to enforce decrees To make
+her people happy, for her heart is kind and true And to aid the
+needy and distressed is what she longs to do.<br>
+</p>
+
+And then there's Princess Dorothy, as sweet as any rose, A lass
+from Kansas, where they don't grow fairies, I Suppose; And
+there's the brainy Scarecrow, with a body stuffed with straw, Who
+utters words of wisdom rare that fill us all with awe. <br>
+<p>I'll not forget Nick Chopper, the Woodman made of Tin, Whose
+tender heart thinks killing time is quite a dreadful sin, Nor old
+Professor Woggle-Bug, who's highly magnified And looks so big to
+everyone that he is filled with pride.<br>
+</p>
+
+Jack Pumpkinhead's a dear old chum who might be called a chump,
+But won renown by riding round upon a magic Gump; The Sawhorse is
+a splendid steed and though he's made of wood He does as many
+thrilling stunts as any meat horse could. <br>
+<p>And now I'll introduce a beast that ev'ryone adores-The
+Cowardly Lion shakes with fear 'most ev'ry time he roars, And yet
+he does the bravest things that any lion might, Because he knows
+that cowardice is not considered right.<br>
+</p>
+
+There's Tik-tok-he's a clockwork man and quite a funny sight-He
+talks and walks mechanically, when he's wound up tight; And we've
+a Hungry Tiger who would babies love to eat But never does
+because we feed him other kinds of meat. <br>
+<p>It's hard to name all of the freaks this noble Land's
+acquired; 'Twould make my song so very long that you would soon
+be tired; But give attention while I mention one wise Yellow Hen
+And Nine fine Tiny Piglets living in a golden pen.<br>
+</p>
+
+Just search the whole world over--sail the seas from coast to
+coast-No other nation in creation queerer folk can boast; And now
+our rare museum will include a Cat of Glass, A Woozy, and--last
+but not least--a crazy Patchwork Lass." <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo was so pleased with this song that he applauded the singer by
+clapping his hands, and Scraps followed suit by clapping her
+padded fingers together. although they made no noise. The cat
+pounded on the floor with her glass paws--gently, so as not to
+break them--and the Woozy. which had been asleep, woke up to ask
+what the row was about. <br>
+<p>"I seldom sing in public, for fear they might want me to start
+an opera company," remarked the Shaggy Man, who was pleased to
+know his effort was appreciated. "Voice, just now is a little out
+of training; rusty, perhaps."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Tell me," said the Patchwork Girl earnestly, "do all those queer
+people you mention really live in the Land of Oz?" <br>
+<p>"Every one of 'em. I even forgot one thing: Dorothy's Pink
+Kitten."<br>
+</p>
+
+"For goodness sake!" exclaimed Bungle, sitting up and looking
+interested. "A Pink Kitten? How absurd! Is it glass?" <br>
+<p>"No; just ordinary kitten."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then it can't amount to much. I have pink brains, and you can
+see 'em work." <br>
+<p>"Dorothy's kitten is all pink--brains and all-except blue
+eyes. Name's Eureka. Great favorite at the royal palace," said
+the Shaggy Man, yawning.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Glass Cat seemed annoyed. <br>
+<p>"Do you think a pink kitten--common meat--is as pretty as I
+am?" she asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can't say. Tastes differ, you know," replied the Shaggy Man,
+yawning again. "But here's a pointer that may be of service to
+you: make friends with Eureka and you'll be solid at the palace."
+<br>
+<p>"I'm solid now; solid glass."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You don't understand," rejoined the Shaggy Man, sleepily.
+"Anyhow, make friends with the Pink Kitten and you'll be all
+right. If the Pink Kitten despises you, look out for breakers."
+<br>
+<p>"Would anyone at the royal palace break a Glass Cat?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Might. You never can tell. Advise you to purr soft and look
+humble--if you can. And now I'm going to bed." <br>
+<p>Bungle considered the Shaggy Man's advice so carefully that
+her pink brains were busy long after the others of the party were
+fast asleep.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_13">Chapter Twelve</h1>
+
+<br>
+The Giant Porcupine <br>
+<p>Next morning they started out bright and early to follow the
+road of yellow bricks toward the Emerald City. The little
+Munchkin boy was beginning to feel tired from the long walk, and
+he had a great many things to think of and consider besides the
+events of the journey. At the wonderful Emerald City, which he
+would presently reach, were so many strange and curious people
+that he was half afraid of meeting them and wondered if they
+would prove friendly and kind. Above all else, he could not drive
+from his mind the important errand on which he had come, and he
+was determined to devote every energy to finding the things that
+were necessary to prepare the magic recipe. He believed that
+until dear Unc Nunkie was restored to life he could feel no joy
+in anything, and often he wished that Unc could be with him, to
+see all the astonishing things Ojo was seeing. But alas Unc
+Nunkie was now a marble statue in the house of the Crooked
+Magician and Ojo must not falter in his efforts to save him.<br>
+</p>
+
+The country through which they were passing was still rocky and
+deserted, with here and there a bush or a tree to break the
+dreary landscape. Ojo noticed one tree, especially, because it
+had such long, silky leaves and was so beautiful in shape. As he
+approached it he studied the tree earnestly, wondering if any
+fruit grew on it or if it bore pretty flowers. <br>
+<p>Suddenly he became aware that he had been looking at that tree
+a long time--at least for five minutes--and it had remained in
+the same position, although the boy had continued to walk
+steadily on. So he stopped short. and when he stopped, the tree
+and all the landscape, as well as his companions, moved on before
+him and left him far behind.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo uttered such a cry of astonishment that it aroused the Shaggy
+Man, who also halted. The others then stopped, too, and walked
+back to the boy. <br>
+<p>"What's wrong?" asked the Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, we're not moving forward a bit, no matter how fast we
+walk," declared Ojo. "Now that we have stopped, we are moving
+backward! Can't you see? Just notice that rock." <br>
+<p>Scraps looked down at her feet and said: "The yellow bricks
+are not moving."<br>
+</p>
+
+"But the whole road is," answered Ojo. <br>
+<p>"True; quite true," agreed the Shaggy Man. "I know all about
+the tricks of this road, but I have been thinking of something
+else and didn't realize where we were."<br>
+</p>
+
+"It will carry us back to where we started from," predicted Ojo,
+beginning to be nervous. <br>
+<p>"No," replied the Shaggy Man; "it won't do that, for I know a
+trick to beat this tricky road. I've traveled this way before,
+you know. Turn around, all of you, and walk backward."<br>
+</p>
+
+"What good will that do?" asked the cat. <br>
+<p>"You'll find out, if you obey me," said the Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+So they all turned their backs to the direction in which they
+wished to go and began walking backward. In an instant Ojo
+noticed they were gaining ground and as they proceeded in this
+curious way they soon passed the tree which had first attracted
+his attention to their difficulty. <br>
+<p>"How long must we keep this up, Shags?" asked Scraps, who was
+constantly tripping and tumbling down, only to get up again with
+a laugh at her mishap.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Just a little way farther," replied the Shaggy Man. <br>
+<p>A few minutes later he called to them to turn about quickly
+and step forward, and as they obeyed the order they found
+themselves treading solid ground.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That task is well over," observed the Shaggy Man. "It's a little
+tiresome to walk backward, but that is the only way to pass this
+part of the road, which has a trick of sliding back and carrying
+with it anyone who is walking upon it." <br>
+<p>With new courage and energy they now trudged forward and after
+a time came to a place where the road cut through a low hill,
+leaving high banks on either side of it. They were traveling
+along this cut, talking together, when the Shaggy Man seized
+Scraps with one arm and Ojo with another and shouted: "Stop!"<br>
+</p>
+
+"What's wrong now?" asked the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"See there!" answered the Shaggy Man, pointing with his
+finger.<br>
+</p>
+
+Directly in the center of the road lay a motionless object that
+bristled all over with sharp quills, which resembled arrows. The
+body was as big as a ten-bushel basket, but the projecting quills
+made it appear to be four times bigger. <br>
+<p>"Well, what of it?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That is Chiss, who causes a lot of trouble along this road," was
+the reply. <br>
+<p>"Chiss! What is Chiss?<br>
+</p>
+
+"I think it is merely an overgrown porcupine, but here in Oz they
+consider Chiss an evil spirit. He's different from a reg'lar
+porcupine, because he can throw his quills in any direction,
+which an American porcupine cannot do. That's what makes old
+Chiss so dangerous. If we get too near, he'll fire those quills
+at us and hurt us badly." <br>
+<p>"Then we will be foolish to get too near, said Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm not afraid," declared the Woozy. "The Chiss is cowardly, I'm
+sure, and if it ever heard my awful, terrible, frightful growl,
+it would be scared stiff." <br>
+<p>"Oh; can you growl?" asked the Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That is the only ferocious thing about me," asserted the Woozy
+with evident pride. "My growl makes an earthquake blush and the
+thunder ashamed of itself. If I growled at that creature you call
+Chiss, it would immediately think the world had cracked in two
+and bumped against the sun and moon, and that would cause the
+monster to run as far and as fast as its legs could carry it."
+<br>
+<p>"In that case," said the Shaggy Man, "you are now able to do
+us all a great favor. Please growl."<br>
+</p>
+
+"But you forget," returned the Woozy; "my tremendous growl would
+also frighten you, and if you happen to have heart disease you
+might expire." <br>
+<p>"True; but we must take that risk," decided the Shaggy Man,
+bravely. "Being warned of what is to occur we must try to bear
+the terrific noise of your growl; but Chiss won't expect it, and
+it will scare him away."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Woozy hesitated. <br>
+<p>"I'm fond of you all, and I hate to shock you," it said.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Never mind," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"You may be made deaf."<br>
+</p>
+
+"If so, we will forgive you. <br>
+<p>"Very well, then," said the Woozy in a determined voice, and
+advanced a few steps toward the giant porcupine. Pausing to look
+back, it asked: "All ready?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"All ready!" they answered. <br>
+<p>"Then cover up your ears and brace yourselves firmly. Now,
+then--look out!"<br>
+</p>
+
+The Woozy turned toward Chiss, opened wide its mouth and said:
+<br>
+<p>"Quee-ee-ee-eek."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Go ahead and growl," said Scraps. <br>
+<p>"Why, I--I did growl!" retorted the Woozy, who seemed much
+astonished.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What, that little squeak?" she cried. <br>
+<p>"It is the most awful growl that ever was heard, on land or
+sea, in caverns or in the sky," protested the Woozy. "I wonder
+you stood the shock so well. Didn't you feel the ground tremble?
+I suppose Chiss is now quite dead with fright."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Shaggy Man laughed merrily. <br>
+<p>"Poor Wooz!" said he; "your growl wouldn't scare a fly."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Woozy seemed to be humiliated and surprised. It hung its head
+a moment, as if in shame or sorrow, but then it said with renewed
+confidence: "Anyhow, my eyes can flash fire; and good fire, too;
+good enough to set fire to a fence!" <br>
+<p>"That is true," declared Scraps; "I saw it done myself. But
+your ferocious growl isn't as loud as the tick of a beetle--or
+one of Ojo's snores when he's fast asleep."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Perhaps," said the Woozy, humbly, "I have been mistaken about my
+growl. It has always sounded very fearful to me, but that may,
+have been because it was so close to my ears." <br>
+<p>"Never mind," Ojo said soothingly; "it is a great talent to be
+able to flash fire from your eyes. No one else can do that."<br>
+</p>
+
+As they stood hesitating what to do Chiss stirred and suddenly a
+shower of quills came flying toward them, almost filling the air,
+they were so many. Scraps realized in an instant that they had
+gone too near to Chiss for safety, so she sprang in front of Ojo
+and shielded him from the darts, which stuck their points into
+her own body until she resembled one of those targets they shoot
+arrows at in archery games. The Shaggy Man dropped flat on his
+face to avoid the shower, but one quill struck him in the leg and
+went far in. As for the Glass Cat, the quills rattled off her
+body without making even a scratch, and the skin of the Woozy was
+so thick and tough that he was not hurt at all. <br>
+<p>When the attack was over they all ran to the Shaggy Man, who
+was moaning and groaning, and Scraps promptly pulled the quill
+out of his leg. Then up he jumped and ran over to Chiss, putting
+his foot on the monster's neck and holding it a prisoner. The
+body of the great porcupine was now as smooth as leather, except
+for the holes where the quills had been, for it had shot every
+single quill in that one wicked shower.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Let me go!" it shouted angrily. "How dare you put your foot on
+Chiss?" <br>
+<p>"I'm going to do worse than that, old boy," replied the Shaggy
+Man. "You have annoyed travelers on this road long enough, and
+now I shall put an end to you."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You can't!" returned Chiss. "Nothing can kill me, as you know
+perfectly well." <br>
+<p>"Perhaps that is true," said the Shaggy Man in a tone of
+disappointment. "Seems to me I've been told before that you can't
+be killed. But if I let you go, what will you do?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Pick up my quills again," said Chiss in a sulky voice. <br>
+<p>"And then shoot them at more travelers? No; that won't do. You
+must promise me to stop throwing quills at people."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I won't promise anything of the sort," declared Chiss. <br>
+<p>"Why not?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Because it is my nature to throw quills, and every animal must
+do what Nature intends it to do. It isn't fair for you to blame
+me. If it were wrong for me to throw quills, then I wouldn't be
+made with quills to throw. The proper thing for you to do is to
+keep out of my way. <br>
+<p>"Why, there's some sense in that argument, admitted the Shaggy
+Man, thoughtfully; "but people who are strangers, and don't know
+you are here, won't be able to keep out of your way."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Tell you what," said Scraps, who was trying to pull the quills
+out of her own body, "let's gather up all the quills and take
+them away with us; then old Chiss won't have any left to throw at
+people." <br>
+<p>"Ah, that's a clever idea. You and Ojo must gather up the
+quills while I hold Chiss a prisoner; for, if I let him go he
+will get some of his quills and be able to throw them again."<br>
+</p>
+
+So Scraps and Ojo picked up all the quills and tied them in a
+bundle so they might easily be carried. After this the Shaggy Man
+released Chiss and let him go, knowing that he was harmless to
+injure anyone. <br>
+<p>"It's the meanest trick I ever heard of," muttered the
+porcupine gloomily. "How would you like it, Shaggy Man, if I took
+all your shags away from you?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"If I threw my shags and hurt people, you would be welcome to
+capture them," was the reply. <br>
+<p>Then they walked on and left Chiss standing in the road sullen
+and disconsolate. The Shaggy Man limped as he walked, for his
+wound still hurt him, and Scraps was much annoyed be cause the
+quills had left a number of small holes in her patches.<br>
+</p>
+
+When they came to a flat stone by the roadside the Shaggy Man sat
+down to rest, and then Ojo opened his basket and took out the
+bundle of charms the Crooked Magician had given him. <br>
+<p>"I am Ojo the Unlucky," he said, "or we would never have met
+that dreadful porcupine. But I will see if I can find anything
+among these charms which will cure your leg."<br>
+</p>
+
+Soon he discovered that one of the charms was labelled: "For
+flesh wounds," and this the boy separated from the others. It was
+only a bit of dried root, taken from some unknown shrub, but the
+boy rubbed it upon the wound made by the quill and in a few
+moments the place was healed entirely and the Shaggy Man's leg
+was as good as ever. <br>
+<p>"Rub it on the holes in my patches," suggested Scraps, and Ojo
+tried it, but without any effect.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The charm you need is a needle and thread," said the Shaggy Man.
+"But do not worry, my dear; those holes do not look badly, at
+all." <br>
+<p>"They'll let in the air, and I don't want people to think I'm
+airy, or that I've been stuck up," said the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You were certainly stuck up until we pulled Out those quills,"
+observed Ojo, with a laugh. <br>
+<p>So now they went on again and coming presently to a pond of
+muddy water they tied a heavy stone to the bundle of quills and
+sunk it to the bottom of the pond, to avoid carrying it
+farther.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_14">Chapter Thirteen</h1>
+
+<br>
+Scraps and the Scarecrow <br>
+<p>From here on the country improved and the desert places began
+to give way to fertile spots; still no houses were yet to be seen
+near the road. There were some hills, with valleys between them,
+and on reaching the top of one of these hills the travelers found
+before them a high wall, running to the right and the left as far
+as their eyes could reach. Immediately in front of them, where
+the wall crossed the roadway, stood a gate having stout iron bars
+that extended from top to bottom. They found, on coming nearer,
+that this gate was locked with a great padlock, rusty through
+lack of use.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well," said Scraps, "I guess we'll stop here." <br>
+<p>"It's a good guess," replied Ojo. "Our way is barred by this
+great wall and gate. It looks as if no one had passed through in
+many years.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Looks are deceiving," declared the Shaggy Man, laughing at their
+disappointed faces, "and this barrier is the most deceiving thing
+in all Oz." <br>
+<p>"It prevents our going any farther, anyhow," said Scraps.
+"There is no one to mind the gate and let people through, and
+we've no key to the padlock."<br>
+</p>
+
+"True," replied Ojo, going a little nearer to peep through the
+bars of the gate. "What shall we do, Shaggy Man? If we had wings
+we might fly over the wall, but we cannot climb it and unless we
+get to the Emerald City I won't be able to find the things to
+restore Unc Nunkie to life." <br>
+<p>"All very true," answered the Shaggy Man, quietly; "but I know
+this gate, having passed through it many times."<br>
+</p>
+
+"How?" they all eagerly inquired. <br>
+<p>"I'll show you how," said he. He stood Ojo in the middle of
+the road and placed Scraps just behind him, with her padded hands
+on his shoulders. After the Patchwork Girl came the Woozy, who
+held a part of her skirt in his mouth. Then, last of all, was the
+Glass Cat, holding fast to the Woozy's tail with her glass
+jaws.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Now," said the Shaggy Man, "you must all shut your eyes tight,
+and keep them shut until I tell you to open them." <br>
+<p>"I can't," objected Scraps. "My eyes are buttons, and they
+won't shut."<br>
+</p>
+
+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. <br>
+<p>"What's the game, anyhow--blind-man's-buff?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Keep quiet!" commanded the Shaggy Man, sternly. "All ready? Then
+follow me." <br>
+<p>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:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Now you may open your eyes." <br>
+<p>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.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That wall," explained the Shaggy Man, "is what is called an
+optical illusion. It is quite real while you have your eyes open,
+but if you are not looking at it the barrier doesn't exist at
+all. It's the same way with many other evils in life; they seem
+to exist, and yet it's all seeming and not true. You will notice
+that the wall--or what we thought was a wall--separates the
+Munchkin Country from the green country that surrounds the
+Emerald City, which lies exactly in the center of Oz. There are
+two roads of yellow bricks through the Munchkin Country, but the
+one we followed is the best of the two. Dorothy once traveled the
+other way, and met with more dangers than we did. But all our
+troubles are over for the present, as another day's journey will
+bring us to the great Emerald City." <br>
+<p>They were delighted to know this, and proceeded with new
+courage. In a couple of hours they stopped at a farmhouse, where
+the people were very hospitable and invited them to dinner. The
+farm folk regarded Scraps with much curiosity but no great
+astonishment, for they were accustomed to seeing extraordinary
+people in the Land of Oz.<br>
+</p>
+
+The woman of this house got her needle and thread and sewed up
+the holes made by the porcupine quills in the Patchwork Girl's
+body, after which Scraps was assured she looked as beautiful as
+ever. <br>
+<p>"You ought to have a hat to wear," remarked the woman, "for
+that would keep the sun from fading the colors of your face. I
+have some patches and scraps put away, and if you will wait two
+or three days I'll make you a lovely hat that will match the rest
+of you."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Never mind the hat," said Scraps, shaking her yarn braids; "it's
+a kind offer, but we can't stop. I can't see that my colors have
+faded a particle, as yet; can you?" <br>
+<p>"Not much," replied the woman. "You are still very gorgeous,
+in spite of your long journey."<br>
+</p>
+
+The children of the house wanted to keep the Class Cat to play
+with, so Bungle was offered a good home if she would remain; but
+the cat was too much interested in Ojo's adventures and refused
+to stop. <br>
+<p>"Children are rough playmates," she remarked to the Shaggy
+Man, "and although this home is more pleasant than that of the
+Crooked Magician I fear I would soon be smashed to pieces by the
+boys and girls."<br>
+</p>
+
+After they had rested themselves they renewed their journey,
+finding the road now smooth and pleasant to walk upon and the
+country growing more beautiful the nearer they drew to the
+Emerald City. <br>
+<p>By and by Ojo began to walk on the green grass, looking
+carefully around him.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What are you trying to find?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"A six-leaved clover," said he.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Don't do that!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man, earnestly. "It's
+against the Law to pick a sixleaved clover. You must wait until
+you get Ozma's consent." <br>
+<p>"She wouldn't know it," declared the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ozma knows many things," said the Shaggy Man. "In her room is a
+Magic Picture that shows any scene in the Land of Oz where
+strangers or travelers happen to be. She may be watching the
+picture of us even now, and noticing everything that we do." <br>
+<p>"Does she always watch the Magic Picture?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not always, for she has many other things to do; but, as I said,
+she may be watching us this very minute." <br>
+<p>"I don't care," said Ojo, in an obstinate tone of voice;
+"Ozma's only a girl."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Shaggy Man looked at him in surprise. <br>
+<p>"You ought to care for Ozma," said he, "if you expect to save
+your uncle. For, if you displease our powerful Ruler, your
+journey will surely prove a failure; whereas, if you make a
+friend of Ozma, she will gladly assist you. As for her being a
+girl, that is another reason why you should obey her laws, if you
+are courteous and polite. Everyone in Oz loves Ozma and hates her
+enemies, for she is as just as she is powerful."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo sulked a while, but finally returned to the road and kept
+away from the green clover. The boy was moody and bad tempered
+for an hour or two afterward, because he could really see no harm
+in picking a six-leaved clover, if he found one, and in spite of
+what the Shaggy Man had said he considered Ozma's law to be
+unjust. <br>
+<p>They presently came to a beautiful grove of tall and stately
+trees, through which the road wound in sharp curves--first one
+way and then another. As they were walking through this grove
+they heard some one in the distance singing, and the sounds grew
+nearer and nearer until they could distinguish the words,
+although the bend in the road still hid the singer. The song was
+something like this:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Here's to the hale old bale of straw That's cut from the waving
+grain, The sweetest sight man ever saw In forest, dell or plain.
+It fills me with a crunkling joy A straw-stack to behold, For
+then I pad this lucky boy With strands of yellow gold." <br>
+<p>"Ah!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man; "here comes my friend the
+Scarecrow.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What, a live Scarecrow?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Yes; the one I told you of. He's a splendid fellow, and very
+intelligent. You'll like him, I'm sure.<br>
+</p>
+
+Just then the famous Scarecrow of Oz came around the bend in the
+road, riding astride a wooden Sawhorse which was so small that
+its rider's legs nearly touched the ground. <br>
+<p>The Scarecrow wore the blue dress of the Munchkins, in which
+country he was made, and on his head was set a peaked hat with a
+flat brim trimmed with tinkling bells. A rope was tied around his
+waist to hold him in shape. for he was stuffed with straw in
+every part of him except the top of his head, where at one time
+the Wizard of Oz had placed sawdust, mixed with needles and pins,
+to sharpen his wits. The head itself was merely a bag of cloth,
+fastened to the body at the neck, and on the front of this bag
+was painted the face--ears, eyes, nose and mouth.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Scarecrow's face was very interesting, for it bore a comical
+and yet winning expression, although one eye was a bit larger
+than the other and ears were not mates. The Munchkin farmer who
+had made the Scarecrow had neglected to sew him together with
+close stitches and therefore some of the straw with which he was
+stuffed was inclined to stick out between the seams. His hands
+consisted of padded white gloves, with the fingers long and
+rather limp, and on his feet he wore Munchkin boots of blue
+leather with broad turns at the tops of them. <br>
+<p>The Sawhorse was almost as curious as its rider. It had been
+rudely made, in the beginning, to saw logs upon, so that its body
+was a short length of a log, and its legs were stout branches
+fitted into four holes made in the body. The tail was formed by a
+small branch that had been left on the log, while the head was a
+gnarled bump on one end of the body. Two knots of wood formed the
+eyes, and the mouth was a gash chopped in the log. When the
+Sawhorse first came to life it had no ears at all, and so could
+not hear; but the boy who then owned him had whittled two ears
+out of bark and stuck them in the head, after which the Sawhorse
+heard very distinctly.<br>
+</p>
+
+This queer wooden horse was a great favorite with Princess Ozma,
+who had caused the bottoms of its legs to be shod with plates of
+gold, so the wood would not wear away. Its saddle was made of
+cloth-of-gold richly encrusted with precious gems. It had never
+worn a bridle. <br>
+<p>As the Scarecrow came in sight of the party of travelers, he
+reined in his wooden steed and dismounted, greeting the Shaggy
+Man with a smiling nod. Then he turned to stare at the Patchwork
+Girl in wonder, while she in turn stared at him.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Shags," he whispered, drawing the Shaggy Man aside, "pat me into
+shape, there's a good fellow!" <br>
+<p>While his friend punched and patted the Scarecrow's body, to
+smooth out the humps, Scraps turned to Ojo and whispered: "Roll
+me out, please; I've sagged down dreadfully from walking so much
+and men like to see a stately figure."<br>
+</p>
+
+She then fell upon the ground and the boy rolled her back and
+forth like a rolling-pin, until the cotton had filled all the
+spaces in her patchwork covering and the body had lengthened to
+its fullest extent. Scraps and the Scarecrow both finished their
+hasty toilets at the same time, and again they faced each other.
+<br>
+<p>"Allow me, Miss Patchwork," said the Shaggy Man, "to present
+my friend, the Right Royal Scarecrow of Oz. Scarecrow, this is
+Miss Scraps Patches; Scraps, this is the Scarecrow.
+Scarecrow--Scraps; Scraps--Scarecrow."<br>
+</p>
+
+They both bowed with much dignity. <br>
+<p>"Forgive me for staring so rudely," said the Scarecrow, "but
+you are the most beautiful sight my eyes have ever beheld."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That is a high compliment from one who is himself so beautiful,"
+murmured Scraps, casting down her suspender-button eyes by
+lowering her head. "But, tell me, good sir, are you not a trifle
+lumpy?" <br>
+<p>"Yes, of course; that's my straw, you know. It bunches up,
+sometimes, in spite of all my efforts to keep it even. Doesn't
+your straw ever bunch?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh, I'm stuffed with cotton," said Scraps. "It never bunches,
+but it's inclined to pack down and make me sag." <br>
+<p>"But cotton is a high-grade stuffing. I may say it is even
+more stylish, not to say aristocratic, than straw," said the
+Scarecrow politely. "Still, it is but proper that one so
+entrancingly lovely should have the best stuffing there is going.
+I-er--I'm so glad I've met you, Miss Scraps! Introduce us again,
+Shaggy."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Once is enough," replied the Shaggy Man, laughing at his
+friend's enthusiasm. <br>
+<p>"Then tell me where you found her, and--Dear me, what a queer
+cat! What are you made of--gelatine?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Pure glass," answered the cat, proud to have attracted the
+Scarecrow's attention. "I am much more beautiful than the
+Patchwork Girl. I'm transparent, and Scraps isn't; I've pink
+brains-you can see 'em work; and I've a ruby heart, finely
+polished, while Scraps hasn't any heart at all." <br>
+<p>"No more have I," said the Scarecrow, shaking hands with
+Scraps, as if to congratulate her on the fact. "I've a friend,
+the Tin Woodman, who has a heart, but I find I get along pretty
+well without one. And so--Well, well! here's a little Munchkin
+boy, too. Shake hands, my little man. How are you?"<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo placed his hand in the flabby stuffed glove that served the
+Scarecrow for a hand, and the Scarecrow pressed it so cordially
+that the straw in his glove crackled. <br>
+<p>Meantime, the Woozy had approached the Sawhorse and begun to
+sniff at it. The Sawhorse resented this familiarity and with a
+sudden kick pounded the Woozy squarely on its Lead with one
+gold-shod foot.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Take that, you monster!" it cried angrily. <br>
+<p>The Woozy never even winked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"To be sure," he said; "I'll take anything I have to. But don't
+make me angry, you wooden beast, or my eyes will flash fire and
+burn you up." <br>
+<p>The Sawhorse rolled its knot eyes wickedly and kicked again,
+but the Woozy trotted away and said to the Scarecrow:<br>
+</p>
+
+"What a sweet disposition that creature has! I advise you to chop
+it up for kindling-wood and use me to ride upon. My back is flat
+and you can't fall off." <br>
+<p>"I think the trouble is that you haven't been properly
+introduced," said the Scarecrow, regarding the Woozy with much
+wonder, for he had never seen such a queer animal before.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The Sawhorse is the favorite steed of Princess Ozma, the Ruler
+of the Land of Oz, and he lives in a stable decorated with pearls
+and emeralds, at the rear of the royal palace. He is swift as the
+wind, untiring, and is kind to his friends. All the people of Oz
+respect the Sawhorse highly, and when I visit Ozma she sometimes
+allows me to ride him--as I am doing to-day. Now you know what an
+important personage the Sawhorse is, and if some one--perhaps
+your-self--will tell me your name, your rank and station, and
+your history, it will give me pleasure to relate them to the
+Sawhorse. This will lead to mutual respect and friendship." <br>
+<p>The Woozy was somewhat abashed by this speech and did not know
+how to reply. But Ojo said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"This square beast is called the Woozy, and he isn't of much
+importance except that he has three hairs growing on the tip of
+his tail." <br>
+<p>The Scarecrow looked and saw that this was true.<br>
+</p>
+
+"But," said he, in a puzzled way, "what makes those three hairs
+important? The Shaggy Man has thousands of hairs, but no one has
+ever accused him of being important." <br>
+<p>So Ojo related the sad story of Unc Nunkie's transformation
+into a marble statue, and told how he had set out to find the
+things the Crooked Magician wanted, in order to make a charm that
+would restore his uncle to life. One of the requirements was
+three hairs from a Woozy's tail, but not being able to pull out
+the hairs they had been obliged to take the Woozy with them.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Scarecrow looked grave as he listened and he shook his head
+several times, as if in disapproval. <br>
+<p>"We must see Ozma about this matter," he said. "That Crooked
+Magician is breaking the Law by practicing magic without a
+license, and I'm not sure Ozma will allow him to restore your
+uncle to life."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Already I have warned the boy of that," declared the Shaggy Man.
+<br>
+<p>At this Ojo began to cry. "I want my Unc Nunkie!" he
+exclaimed. "I know how he can be restored to life, and I'm going
+to do it--Ozma or no Ozma! What right has this girl Ruler to keep
+my Unc Nunkie a statue forever?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Don't worry about that just now," advised the Scarecrow. "Go on
+to the Emerald City, and when you reach it have the Shaggy Man
+take you to see Dorothy. Tell her your story and I'm sure she
+will help you. Dorothy is Ozma's best friend, and if you can win
+her to your side your uncle is pretty safe to live again." Then
+he turned to the Woozy and said: "I'm afraid you are not
+important enough to be introduced to the Sawhorse, after all."
+<br>
+<p>"I'm a better beast than he is," retorted the Woozy,
+indignantly. "My eyes can flash fire, and his can't."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Is this true?" inquired the Scarecrow, turning to the Munchkin
+boy. <br>
+<p>"Yes," said Ojo, and told how the Woozy had set fire to the
+fence.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Have you any other accomplishments?" asked the Scarecrow. <br>
+<p>"I have a most terrible growl--that is, sometimes," said the
+Woozy, as Scraps laughed merrily and the Shaggy Man smiled. But
+the Patchwork Girl's laugh made the Scarecrow forget all about
+the Woozy. He said to her:<br>
+</p>
+
+"What an admirable young lady you are, and what jolly good
+company! We must be better acquainted, for never before have I
+met a girl with such exquisite coloring or such natural, artless
+manners." <br>
+<p>"No wonder they call you the Wise Scarecrow," replied
+Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"When you arrive at the Emerald City I will see you again,"
+continued the Scarecrow. "Just now I am going to call upon an old
+friend--an ordinary young lady named Jinjur--who has Promised to
+repaint my left ear for me. You may have noticed that the paint
+on my left ear has peeled off and faded, which affects my hearing
+on that side. Jinjur always fixes me up when I get weatherworn."
+<br>
+<p>"When do you expect to return to the Emerald City?" asked the
+Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'll be there this evening, for I'm anxious to have a long talk
+with Miss Scraps. How is it, Sawhorse; are you equal to a swift
+run?" <br>
+<p>"Anything that suits you suits me," returned the wooden
+horse.<br>
+</p>
+
+So the Scarecrow mounted to the jeweled saddle and waved his hat,
+when the Sawhorse darted away so swiftly that they were out of
+sight in an instant. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_15">Chapter Fourteen</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>Ojo Breaks the Law<br>
+</p>
+
+"What a queer man," remarked the Munchkin boy, when the party had
+resumed its journey. <br>
+<p>"And so nice and polite," added Scraps, bobbing her Lead. "I
+think he is the handsomest man I've seen since I came to
+life."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Handsome is as handsome does," quoted the Shaggy Man; "but we
+must admit that no living scarecrow is handsomer. The chief merit
+of my friend is that he is a great thinker, and in Oz it is
+considered good policy to follow his advice." <br>
+<p>"I didn't notice any brains in his head," observed the Glass
+Cat.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You can't see 'em work, but they're there, all right," declared
+the Shaggy Man. "I hadn't much confidence in his brains myself,
+when first I came to Oz, for a humbug Wizard gave them to him;
+but I was soon convinced that the Scarecrow is really wise; and,
+unless his brains make him so, such wisdom is unaccountable."
+<br>
+<p>"Is the Wizard of Oz a humbug?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not now. He was once, but he has reformed and now assists Glinda
+the Good, who is the Royal Sorceress of Oz and the only one
+licensed to practice magic or sorcery. Glinda has taught our old
+Wizard a good many clever things, so he is no longer a humbug."
+<br>
+<p>They walked a little while in silence and then Ojo said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"If Ozma forbids the Crooked Magician to restore Unc Nunkie to
+life, what shall I do?" <br>
+<p>The Shaggy Man shook his head.<br>
+</p>
+
+"In that case you can't do anything," he said. "But don't be
+discouraged yet. We will go to Princess Dorothy and tell her your
+troubles, and then we will let her talk to Ozma. Dorothy has the
+kindest little heart in the world, and she has been through so
+many troubles herself that she is sure to sympathize with you."
+<br>
+<p>"Is Dorothy the little girl who came here from Kansas?" asked
+the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes. In Kansas she was Dorothy Gale. I used to know her there,
+and she brought me to the Land of Oz. But now Ozma has made her a
+Princess, and Dorothy's Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are here, too."
+Here the Shaggy Man uttered a long sigh, and then he continued:
+"It's a queer country, this Land of Oz; but I like it,
+nevertheless." <br>
+<p>"What is queer about it?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You, for instance," said he. <br>
+<p>"Did you see no girls as beautiful as I am in your own
+country?" she inquired.<br>
+</p>
+
+"None with the same gorgeous, variegated beauty," he confessed.
+"In America a girl stuffed with cotton wouldn't be alive, nor
+would anyone think of making a girl out of a patchwork quilt."
+<br>
+<p>"What a queer country America must be!" she exclaimed in great
+surprise. "The Scarecrow, whom you say is wise, told me I am the
+most beautiful creature he has ever seen."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I know; and perhaps you are-from a scarecrow point of view,"
+replied the Shaggy Man; but why he smiled as he said it Scraps
+could not imagine. <br>
+<p>As they drew nearer to the Emerald City the travelers were
+filled with admiration for the splendid scenery they beheld.
+Handsome houses stood on both sides of the road and each had a
+green lawn before it as well as a pretty flower garden.<br>
+</p>
+
+"In another hour," said the Shaggy Man, "we shall come in sight
+of the walls of the Royal City." <br>
+<p>He was walking ahead, with Scraps, and behind them came the
+Woozy and the Glass Cat. Ojo had lagged behind, for in spite of
+the warnings he had received the boy's eyes were fastened on the
+clover that bordered the road of yellow bricks and he was eager
+to discover if such a thing as a six-leaved clover really
+existed.<br>
+</p>
+
+Suddenly he stopped short and bent over to examine the ground
+more closely. Yes; here at last was a clover with six spreading
+leaves. He counted them carefully, to make sure. In an instant
+his heart leaped with joy, for this was one of the important
+things he had come for--one of the things that would restore dear
+Unc Nunkie to life. <br>
+<p>He glanced ahead and saw that none of his companions was
+looking back. Neither were any other people about, for it was
+midway between two houses. The temptation was too strong to be
+resisted.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I might search for weeks and weeks, and never find another
+six-leaved clover," he told himself, and quickly plucking the
+stem from the plant he placed the prized clover in his basket,
+covering it with the other things he carried there. Then, trying
+to look as if nothing had happened, he hurried forward and
+overtook his comrades. <br>
+<p>The Emerald City, which is the most splendid as well as the
+most beautiful city in any fairyland, is surrounded by a high,
+thick wall of green marble, polished smooth and set with
+glistening emeralds. There are four gates, one facing the
+Munchkin Country, one facing the Country of the Winkies, one
+facing the Country of the Quadlings and one facing the Country of
+the Gillikins. The Emerald City lies directly in the center of
+these four important countries of Oz. The gates had bars of pure
+gold, and on either side of each gateway were built high towers,
+from which floated gay banners. Other towers were set at
+distances along the walls, which were broad enough for four
+people to walk abreast upon.<br>
+</p>
+
+This enclosure, all green and gold and glittering with precious
+gems, was indeed a wonderful sight to greet our travelers, who
+first observed it from the top of a little hill; but beyond the
+wall was the vast city it surrounded, and hundreds of jeweled
+spires, domes and minarets, flaunting flags and banners, reared
+their crests far above the towers of the gateways. In the center
+of the city our friends could see the tops of many magnificent
+trees, some nearly as tall as the spires of the buildings, and
+the Shaggy Man told them that these trees were in the royal
+gardens of Princess Ozma. <br>
+<p>They stood a long time on the hilltop, feasting their eyes on
+the splendor of the Emerald City.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Whee!" exclaimed Scraps, clasping her padded hands in ecstacy,
+"that'll do for me to live in, all right. No more of the Munchkin
+Country for these patches--and no more of the Crooked Magician!"
+<br>
+<p>"Why, you belong to Dr. Pipt," replied Ojo, looking at her in
+amazement. "You were made for a servant, Scraps, so you are
+personal property and not your own mistress."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Bother Dr. Pipt! If he wants me, let him come here and get me.
+I'll not go back to his den of my own accord; that's certain.
+Only one place in the Land of Oz is fit to live in, and that's
+the Emerald City. It's lovely! It's almost as beautiful as I am,
+Ojo." <br>
+<p>"In this country," remarked the Shaggy Man, "people live
+wherever our Ruler tells them to. It wouldn't do to have everyone
+live in the Emerald City, you know, for some must plow the land
+and raise grains and fruits and vegetables, while others chop
+wood in the forests, or fish in the rivers, or herd the sheep and
+the cattle."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Poor things!" said Scraps. <br>
+<p>"I'm not sure they are not happier than the city people,"
+replied the Shaggy Man. "There's a freedom and independence in
+country life that not even the Emerald City can give one. I know
+that lots of the city people would like to get back to the land.
+The Scarecrow lives in the country, and so do the Tin Woodman and
+Jack Pumpkinhead; yet all three would be welcome to live in
+Ozma's palace if they cared to. Too much splendor becomes
+tiresome, you know. But, if we're to reach the Emerald City
+before sundown, we must hurry, for it is yet a long way off."<br>
+</p>
+
+The entrancing sight of the city had put new energy into them all
+and they hurried forward with lighter steps than before. There
+was much to interest them along the roadway, for the houses were
+now set more closely together and they met a good many people who
+were coming or going from one place or another. All these seemed
+happy-faced, pleasant people, who nodded graciously to the
+strangers as they Passed, and exchanged words of greeting. <br>
+<p>At last they reached the great gateway, just as the sun was
+setting and adding its red glow to the glitter of the emeralds on
+the green walls and spires. Somewhere inside the city a band
+could be heard playing sweet music; a soft, subdued hum, as of
+many voices, reached their ears; from the neighboring yards came
+the low mooing of cows waiting to be milked.<br>
+</p>
+
+They were almost at the gate when the golden bars slid back and a
+tall soldier stepped out and faced them. Ojo thought he had never
+seen so tall a man before. The soldier wore a handsome green and
+gold uniform, with a tall hat in which was a waving plume, and he
+had a belt thickly encrusted with jewels. But the most peculiar
+thing about him was his long green beard, which fell far below
+his waist and perhaps made him seem taller than he really was.
+<br>
+<p>"Halt!" said the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, not in a
+stern voice but rather in a friendly tone.<br>
+</p>
+
+They halted before he spoke and stood looking at him. <br>
+<p>"Good evening, Colonel," said the Shaggy Man. "What's the news
+since I left? Anything important?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Billina has hatched out thirteen new chickens," replied the
+Soldier with the Green Whiskers, "and they're the cutest little
+fluffy yellow balls you ever saw. The Yellow Hen is mighty proud
+of those children, I can tell you." <br>
+<p>"She has a right to be," agreed the Shaggy Man. "Let me see;
+that's about seven thousand chicks she has hatched out; isn't it,
+General?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"That, at least," was the reply. "You will have to visit Billina
+and congratulate her." <br>
+<p>"It will give me pleasure to do that," said the Shaggy Man.
+"But you will observe that I have brought some strangers home
+with me. I am going to take them to see Dorothy."<br>
+</p>
+
+"One moment, please," said the soldier, barring their way as they
+started to enter the gate. "I am on duty, and I have orders to
+execute. Is anyone in your party named Ojo the Unlucky?" <br>
+<p>"Why, that's me!" cried Ojo, astonished at hearing his name on
+the lips of a stranger.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Soldier with the Green Whiskers nodded. "I thought so," said
+he, "and I am sorry to announce that it is my painful duty to
+arrest you." <br>
+<p>"Arrest me!" exclaimed the boy. "What for?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"I haven't looked to see," answered the soldier. Then he drew a
+paper from his breast pocket and glanced at it. "Oh, yes; you are
+to be arrested for willfully breaking one of the Laws of Oz."
+<br>
+<p>"Breaking a law!" said Scraps. "Nonsense, Soldier; you're
+joking."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not this time," returned the soldier, with a sigh. "My dear
+child what are you, a rummage sale or a guess-me quick?--in me
+you be hold the Body Guard of our gracious Ruler, Princess Ozma,
+as well as the Royal Army of Oz and the Police Force of the
+Emerald City." <br>
+<p>"And only one man!" exclaimed the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Only one, and plenty enough. In my official positions I've had
+nothing to do for a good many years--so long that I began to fear
+I was absolutely useless--until today. An hour ago I was called
+to the presence of her Highness, Ozma of Oz, and told to arrest a
+boy named Ojo the Unlucky, who was journeying from the Munchkin
+Country to the Emerald City and would arrive in a short time.
+This command so astonished me that I nearly fainted, for it is
+the first time anyone has merited arrest since I can remember.
+You are rightly named Ojo the Unlucky. my poor boy, since you
+have broken a Law of Oz. <br>
+<p>"But you are wrong," said Scraps. "Ozma is wrong--you are all
+wrong--for Ojo has broken no Law."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then he will soon be free again," replied the Soldier with the
+Green Whiskers. "Anyone accused of crime is given a fair trial by
+our Ruler and has every chance to prove his innocence. But just
+now Ozma's orders must be obeyed." <br>
+<p>With this he took from his pocket a pair of handcuffs made of
+gold and set with rubies and diamonds, and these he snapped over
+Ojo's wrists.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_16">Chapter Fifteen</h1>
+
+<br>
+Ozma's Prisoner <br>
+<p>The boy was so bewildered by this calamity that he made no
+resistance at all. He knew very well he was guilty, but it
+surprised him that Ozma also knew it. He wondered how she had
+found out so soon that he had picked the six-leaved clover. He
+handed his basket to Scraps and said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Keep that, until I get out of prison. If I never get out, take
+it to the Crooked Magician, to whom it belongs." <br>
+<p>The Shaggy Man had been gazing earnestly in the boy's face,
+uncertain whether to defend him or not; but something he read in
+Ojo's expression made him draw back and refuse to interfere to
+save him. The Shaggy Man was greatly surprised and grieved, but
+he knew that Ozma never made mistakes and so Ojo must really have
+broken the Law of Oz.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Soldier with the Green Whiskers now led them all through the
+gate and into a little room built in the wall. Here sat a jolly
+little man, richly dressed in green and having around his neck a
+heavy gold chain to which a number of great golden keys were
+attached. This was the Guardian of the Gate and at the moment
+they entered his room he was playing a tune upon a mouth-organ.
+<br>
+<p>"Listen!" he said, holding up his hand for silence. "I've just
+composed a tune called 'The Speckled Alligator.' It's in
+patch-time, which is much superior to rag-time, and I've composed
+it in honor of the Patchwork Girl, who has just arrived."<br>
+</p>
+
+"How did you know I had arrived?" asked Scraps, much interested.
+<br>
+<p>"It's my business to know who's coming, for I'm the Guardian
+of the Gate. Keep quiet while I play you 'The Speckled
+Alligator.'"<br>
+</p>
+
+It wasn't a very bad tune, nor a very good one, but all listened
+respectfully while he shut his eyes and swayed his head from side
+to side and blew the notes from the little instrument. When it
+was all over the Soldier with the Green Whiskers said: <br>
+<p>"Guardian, I have here a prisoner."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Good gracious! A prisoner?" cried the little man, jumping up
+from his chair. "Which one? Not the Shaggy Man?" <br>
+<p>"No; this boy."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ah; I hope his fault is as small as himself," said the Guardian
+of the Gate. "But what can he have done, and what made him do
+it?" <br>
+<p>"Can't say," replied the soldier. "All I know is that he has
+broken the Law."<br>
+</p>
+
+"But no one ever does that!" <br>
+<p>"Then he must be innocent, and soon will be released. I hope
+you are right, Guardian. Just now I am ordered to take him to
+prison. Get me a prisoner's robe from your Official
+Wardrobe."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Guardian unlocked a closet and took from it a white robe,
+which the soldier threw over Ojo. It covered him from head to
+foot, but had two holes just in front of his eyes, so he could
+see where to go. In this attire the boy presented a very quaint
+appearance. <br>
+<p>As the Guardian unlocked a gate leading from his room into the
+streets of the Emerald City, the Shaggy Man said to Scraps:<br>
+</p>
+
+"I think I shall take you directly to Dorothy, as the Scarecrow
+advised, and the Glass Cat and the Woozy may come with us. Ojo
+must go to prison with the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, but
+he will he well treated and you need not worry about him." <br>
+<p>"What will they do with him?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That I cannot tell. Since I came to the Land of Oz no one has
+ever been arrested or imprisoned-until Ojo broke the Law." <br>
+<p>"Seems to me that girl Ruler of yours is making a big fuss
+over nothing," remarked Scraps, tossing her yarn hair out of her
+eyes with a jerk of her patched head. "I don't know what Ojo has
+done, but it couldn't be anything very, bad, for you and I were
+with him all the time."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Shaggy Man made no reply to this speech and presently the
+Patchwork Girl forgot all about Ojo in her admiration of the
+wonderful city she had entered. <br>
+<p>They soon separated from the Munchkin boy, who was led by the
+Soldier with the Green Whiskers down a side street toward the
+prison. Ojo felt very miserable and greatly ashamed of himself,
+but he was beginning to grow angry because he was treated in such
+a disgraceful manner. Instead of entering the splendid Emerald
+City as a respectable traveler who was entitled to a welcome and
+to hospitality, he was being brought in as a criminal, handcuffed
+and in a robe that told all he met of his deep disgrace.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo was by nature gentle and affectionate and if he had disobeyed
+the Law of Oz it was to restore his dear Unc Nunkie to life. His
+fault was more thoughtless than wicked, but that did not alter
+the fact that he had committed a fault. At first he had felt
+sorrow and remorse, but the more he thought about the unjust
+treatment he had received--unjust merely because he considered it
+so--the more he resented his arrest, blaming Ozma for making
+foolish laws and then punishing folks who broke them. Only a
+six-leaved clover! A tiny green plant growing neglected and
+trampled under foot. What harm could there be in picking it? Ojo
+began to think Ozma must be a very bad and oppressive Ruler for
+such a lovely fairyland as Oz. The Shaggy Man said the people
+loved her; but how could they? <br>
+<p>The little Munchkin boy was so busy thinking these
+things--which many guilty prisoners have thought before him--that
+he scarcely noticed all the splendor of the city streets through
+which they passed. Whenever they met any of the happy, smiling
+people, the boy turned his head away in shame, although none knew
+who was beneath the robe.<br>
+</p>
+
+By and by they reached a house built just beside the great city
+wall, but in a quiet, retired place. It was a pretty house,
+neatly painted and with many windows. Before it was a garden
+filled with blooming flowers. The Soldier with the Green Whiskers
+led Ojo up the gravel path to the front door, on which he
+knocked. <br>
+<p>A woman opened the door and, seeing Ojo in his white robe,
+exclaimed:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Goodness me! A prisoner at last. But what a small one, Soldier."
+<br>
+<p>"The size doesn't matter, Tollydiggle, my dear. The fact
+remains that he is a prisoner," said the soldier. "And, this
+being the prison, and you the jailer, it is my duty to place the
+prisoner in your charge."<br>
+</p>
+
+"True. Come in, then, and I'll give you a receipt for him." <br>
+<p>They entered the house and passed through a hall to a large
+circular room, where the woman pulled the robe off from Ojo and
+looked at him with kindly interest. The boy, on his part, was
+gazing around him in amazement, for never had he dreamed of such
+a magnificent apartment as this in which he stood. The roof of
+the dome was of colored glass, worked into beautiful designs. The
+walls were paneled with plates of<br>
+</p>
+
+gold decorated with gems of great size and many colors, and upon
+the tiled floor were soft rags delightful to walk upon. The
+furniture was framed in gold and upholstered in satin brocade and
+it consisted of easy chairs, divans and stools in great variety.
+Also there were several tables with mirror tops and cabinets
+filled with rare and curious things. In one place a case filled
+with books stood against the wall, and elsewhere Ojo saw a
+cupboard containing all sorts of games. <br>
+<p>"May I stay here a little while before I go to prison?" asked
+the boy, pleadingly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, this is your prison," replied Tollydiggle, "and in me
+behold your jailor. Take off those handcuffs, Soldier, for it is
+impossible for anyone to escape from this house." <br>
+<p>"I know that very well," replied the soldier and at once
+unlocked the handcuffs and released the prisoner.<br>
+</p>
+
+The woman touched a button on the wall and lighted a big
+chandelier that hung suspended from the ceiling, for it was
+growing dark outside. Then she seated herself at a desk and
+asked: <br>
+<p>"What name?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ojo the Unlucky," answered the Soldier with the Green Whiskers.
+<br>
+<p>"Unlucky? Ah, that accounts for it," said she. "What
+crime?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Breaking a Law of Oz." <br>
+<p>"All right. There's your receipt, Soldier; and now I'm
+responsible for the prisoner. I'm glad of it, for this is the
+first time I've ever had anything to do, in my official
+capacity," remarked the jailer, in a pleased tone.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It's the same with me, Tollydiggle," laughed the soldier. "But
+my task is finished and I must go and report to Ozma that I've
+done my duty like a faithful Police Force, a loyal Army and an
+honest Body-Guard--as I hope I am." <br>
+<p>Saying this, be nodded farewell to Tollydiggle and Ojo and
+went away.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Now, then," said the woman briskly, "I must get you some supper,
+for you are doubtless hungry. What would you prefer: planked
+whitefish, omelet with jelly or mutton-chops with gravy?" <br>
+<p>Ojo thought about it. Then he said: "I'll take the chops, if
+you please."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Very well; amuse yourself while I'm gone; I won't be long," and
+then she went out by a door and left the prisoner alone. <br>
+<p>Ojo was much astonished, for not only was this unlike any
+prison he had ever heard of, but he was being treated more as a
+guest than a criminal. There were many windows and they bad no
+locks. There were three doors to the room and none were bolted.
+He cautiously opened one of the doors and found it led into a
+hallway. But he had no intention of trying to escape. If his
+jailor was willing to trust him in this way he would not betray
+her trust, and moreover a hot supper was being prepared for him
+and his prison was very pleasant and comfortable. So he took a
+book from the case and sat down in a big chair to look at the
+pictures.<br>
+</p>
+
+This amused him until the woman came in with a large tray and
+spread a cloth on one of the tables. Then she arranged his
+supper, which proved the most varied and delicious meal Ojo had
+ever eaten in his life. <br>
+<p>Tollydiggle sat near him while he ate, sewing on some fancy
+work she held in her lap. When he had finished she cleared the
+table and then read to him a story from one of the books.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Is this really a prison?" he asked, when she had finished
+reading. <br>
+<p>"Indeed it is," she replied. "It is the only prison in the
+Land of Oz."<br>
+</p>
+
+"And am I a prisoner?" <br>
+<p>"Bless the child! Of course."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then why is the prison so fine, and why are you so kind to me?"
+he earnestly asked. <br>
+<p>Tollydiggle seemed surprised by the question, but she
+presently answered:<br>
+</p>
+
+"We consider a prisoner unfortunate. He is unfortunate in two
+ways--because he has done something wrong and because he is
+deprived of his liberty. Therefore we should treat him kindly,
+because of his misfortune, for otherwise he would become hard and
+bitter and would not be sorry he had done wrong. Ozma thinks that
+one who has committed a fault did so because he was not strong
+and brave; therefore she puts him in prison to make him strong
+and brave. When that is accomplished he is no longer a prisoner,
+but a good and loyal citizen and everyone is glad that he is now
+strong enough to resist doing wrong. You see, it is kindness that
+makes one strong and brave; and so we are kind to our prisoners."
+<br>
+<p>Ojo thought this over very carefully. "I had an idea," said
+he, "that prisoners were always treated harshly, to punish
+them."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That would be dreadful!" cried Tollydiggle. "Isn't one punished
+enough in knowing he has done wrong? Don't you wish, Ojo, with
+all your heart, that you had not been disobedient and broken a
+Law of Oz?" <br>
+<p>"I--I hate to be different from other people," he
+admitted.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes; one likes to be respected as highly as his neighbors are,"
+said the woman. "When you are tried and found guilty, you will be
+obliged to make amends, in some way. I don't know just what Ozma
+will do to you, because this is the first time one of us has
+broken a Law; but you may be sure she will be just and merciful.
+Here in the Emerald City people are too happy and contented ever
+to do wrong; but perhaps you came from some faraway corner of our
+land, and having no love for Ozma carelessly broke one of her
+Laws." <br>
+<p>"Yes," said Ojo, "I've lived all my life in the heart of a
+lonely forest, where I saw no one but dear Unc Nunkie."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I thought so," said Tollydiggle. "But now we have talked enough,
+so let us play a game until bedtime." <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_17">Chapter Sixteen</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>Princess Dorothy<br>
+</p>
+
+Dorothy Gale was sitting in one of her rooms in the royal palace,
+while curled up at her feet was a little black dog with a shaggy
+coat and very bright eyes. She wore a plain white frock, without
+any jewels or other ornaments except an emeraldgreen hair-ribbon,
+for Dorothy was a simple little girl and had not been in the
+least spoiled by the magnificence surrounding her. Once the child
+had lived on the Kansas prairies, but she seemed marked for
+adventure for she had made seven trips to the Land of Oz before
+she came to live there for good. Her very best friend was the
+beautiful Ozma of Oz, who loved Dorothy so well that she kept her
+in her own palace, so as to be near her. The girl's Uncle Henry
+and Aunt Em--the only relatives she had in the world--had also
+been brought here by Ozma and given a pleasant home. Dorothy knew
+almost everybody in Oz, and it was she who had discovered the
+Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion, as well as
+Tik-tok the Clockwork Man. Her life was very pleasant now, and
+although she had been made a Princess of Oz by her friend Ozma
+she did not care much to be a Princess and remained as sweet as
+when she had been plain Dorothy Gale of Kansas. <br>
+<p>Dorothy was reading in a book this evening when Jellia Jamb,
+the favorite servant-maid of the palace, came to say that the
+Shaggy Man wanted to see her.<br>
+</p>
+
+"All right," said Dorothy; "tell him to come right up." <br>
+<p>"But he has some queer creatures with him--some of the
+queerest I've ever laid eyes on," reported Jellia.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Never mind; let 'em all come up," replied Dorothy. <br>
+<p>But when the door opened to admit not only the Shaggy Man, but
+Scraps, the Woozy and the Glass Cat, Dorothy jumped up and looked
+at her strange visitors in amazement. The Patchwork Girl was the
+most curious of all and Dorothy was uncertain at first whether
+Scraps was really alive or only a dream or a nightmare. Toto, her
+dog, slowly uncurled himself and going to the Patchwork Girl
+sniffed at her inquiringly; but soon he lay down again, as if to
+say he had no interest in such an irregular creation.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You're a new one to me," Dorothy said reflectively, addressing
+the Patchwork Girl. "I can't imagine where you've come from."
+<br>
+<p>"Who, me?" asked Scraps, looking around the pretty room
+instead of at the girl. "Oh, I came from a bed-quilt, I guess.
+That's what they say, anyhow. Some call it a crazy-quilt and some
+a patchwork quilt. But my name is Scraps--and now you know all
+about me."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not quite all," returned Dorothy with a smile. "I wish you'd
+tell me how you came to be alive." <br>
+<p>"That's an easy job," said Scraps, sitting upon a big
+upholstered chair and making the springs bounce her up and down.
+"Margolotte wanted a slave, so she made me out of an old
+bed-quilt she didn't use. Cotton stuffing, suspender-button eyes,
+red velvet tongue, pearl beads for teeth. The Crooked Magician
+made a Powder of Life, sprinkled me with it and--here I am.
+Perhaps you've noticed my different colors. A very refined and
+educated gentleman named the Scarecrow, whom I met, told me I am
+the most beautiful creature in all Oz, and I believe it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh! Have you met our Scarecrow, then?" asked Dorothy, a little
+puzzled to understand the brief history related. <br>
+<p>"Yes; isn't he jolly?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"The Scarecrow has many good qualities," replied Dorothy. "But
+I'm sorry to hear all this 'bout the Crooked Magician. Ozma'll be
+mad as hops when she hears he's been doing magic again. She told
+him not to." <br>
+<p>"He only practices magic for the benefit of his own family,"
+explained Bungle, who was keeping at a respectful distance from
+the little black dog.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Dear me," said Dorothy; "I hadn't noticed you before. Are you
+glass, or what?" <br>
+<p>"I'm glass, and transparent, too, which is more than can be
+said of some folks," answered the cat. "Also I have some lovely
+pink brains; you can see 'em work."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh; is that so? Come over here and let me see." <br>
+<p>The Class Cat hesitated, eyeing the dog.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Send that beast away and I will," she said. <br>
+<p>"Beast! Why, that's my dog Toto, an' he's the kindest dog in
+all the world. Toto knows a good many things, too; 'most as much
+as I do, I guess."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why doesn't he say anything?" asked Bungle. <br>
+<p>"He can't talk, not being a fairy dog," explained Dorothy.
+"He's just a common United States dog; but that's a good deal;
+and I understand him, and he understands me, just as well as if
+he could talk."<br>
+</p>
+
+Toto, at this, got up and rubbed his head softly against
+Dorothy's hand, which she held out to him, and he looked up into
+her face as if he had understood every word she had said. <br>
+<p>"This cat, Toto," she said to him, "is made of glass, so you
+mustn't bother it, or chase it, any more than you do my Pink
+Kitten. It's prob'ly brittle and might break if it bumped against
+anything."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Woof!" said Toto, and that meant he understood. <br>
+<p>The Glass Cat was so proud of her pink brains that she
+ventured to come close to Dorothy, in order that the girl might
+"see 'em work." This was really interesting, but when Dorothy
+patted the cat she found the glass cold and hard and
+unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle would never do
+for a pet.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What do you know about the Crooked Magician who lives on the
+mountain?" asked Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"He made me," replied the cat; "so I know all about him. The
+Patchwork Girl is new--three or four days old--but I've lived
+with Dr. Pipt for years; and, though I don't much care for him, I
+will say that he has always refused to work magic for any of the
+people who come to his house. He thinks there's no harm in doing
+magic things for his own family, and he made me out of glass
+because the meat cats drink too much milk. He also made Scraps
+come to life so she could do the housework for his wife
+Margolotte."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then why did you both leave him?" asked Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"I think you'd better let me explain that," interrupted the
+Shaggy Man, and then he told Dorothy all of Ojo's story and how
+Unc Nunkie and Margolotte had accidentally been turned to marble
+by the Liquid of Petrifaction. Then he related how the boy had
+started out in search of the things needed to make the magic
+charm, which would restore the unfortunates to life, and how he
+had found the Woozy and taken him along because he could not pull
+the three hairs out of its tail. Dorothy listened to all this
+with much interest, and thought that so far Ojo had acted very
+well. But when the Shaggy Man told her of the Munchkin boy's
+arrest by the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, because he was
+accused of wilfully breaking a Law of Oz, the little girl was
+greatly shocked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What do you s'pose he's done?" she asked. <br>
+<p>"I fear he has picked a six-leaved clover," answered the
+Shaggy Man, sadly. "I did not see him do it, and I warned him
+that to do so was against the Law; but perhaps that is what he
+did, nevertheless."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm sorry 'bout that," said Dorothy gravely, "for now there will
+be no one to help his poor uncle and Margolotte 'cept this
+Patchwork Girl, the Woozy and the Glass Cat." <br>
+<p>"Don't mention it," said Scraps. "That's no affair of mine.
+Margolotte and Unc Nunkie are perfect strangers to me, for the
+moment I came to life they came to marble."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I see," remarked Dorothy with a sigh of regret; "the woman
+forgot to give you a heart." <br>
+<p>"I'm glad she did," retorted the Patchwork Girl. "A heart must
+be a great annoyance to one. It makes a person feel sad or sorry
+or devoted or sympathetic--all of which sensations interfere with
+one's happiness."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I have a heart," murmured the Glass Cat. "It's made of a ruby;
+but I don't imagine I shall let it bother me about helping Unc
+Nunkie and Margolotte." <br>
+<p>"That's a pretty hard heart of yours," said Dorothy. "And the
+Woozy, of course--"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, as for me," observed the Woozy, who was reclining on the
+floor with his legs doubled under him, so that he looked much
+like a square box, "I have never seen those unfortunate people
+you are speaking of, and yet I am sorry for them, having at times
+been unfortunate myself. When I was shut up in that forest I
+longed for some one to help me, and by and by Ojo came and did
+help me. So I'm willing to help his uncle. I'm only a stupid
+beast, Dorothy, but I can't help that, and if you'll tell me what
+to do to help Ojo and his uncle, I'll gladly do it." <br>
+<p>Dorothy walked over and patted the Woozy on his square
+head.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You're not pretty," she said, "but I like you. What are you able
+to do; anything 'special?" <br>
+<p>"I can make my eyes flash fire--real fire--when I'm angry.
+When anyone says: 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me I get angry, and then my
+eyes flash fire."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't see as fireworks could help Ojo's uncle," remarked
+Dorothy. "Can you do anything else?" <br>
+<p>"I--I thought I bad a very terrifying growl," said the Woozy,
+with hesitation; "but perhaps I was mistaken."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," said the Shaggy Man, "you were certainly wrong about
+that." Then he turned to Dorothy and added: "What will become of
+the Munchkin boy?" <br>
+<p>"I don't know," she said, shaking her head thoughtfully. "Ozma
+will see him 'bout it, of course, and then she'll punish him. But
+how, I don't know, 'cause no one ever has been punished in Oz
+since I knew anything about the place. Too bad, Shaggy Man, isn't
+it?"<br>
+</p>
+
+While they were talking Scraps had been roaming around the room
+and looking at all the pretty things it contained. She had
+carried Ojo's basket in her hand, until now, when she decided to
+see what was inside it. She found the bread and cheese, which she
+had no use for, and the bundle of charms, which were curious but
+quite a mystery to her. Then, turning these over, she came upon
+the six-leaved clover which the boy had plucked. <br>
+<p>Scraps was quick-witted, and although she had no heart she
+recognized the fact that Ojo was her first friend. She knew at
+once that because the boy had taken the clover he bad been
+imprisoned, and she understood that Ojo had given her the basket
+so they would not find the clover in his possession and have
+proof of his crime. So, turning her head to see that no one
+noticed her, she took the clover from the basket and dropped it
+into a golden vase that stood on Dorothy's table. Then she came
+forward and said to Dorothy:<br>
+</p>
+
+"I wouldn't care to help Ojo's uncle, but I will help Ojo. He did
+not break the Law--no one can prove he did--and that
+green-whiskered soldier had no right to arrest him." <br>
+<p>"Ozma ordered the boy's arrest," said Dorothy, "and of course
+she knew what she was doing. But if you can prove Ojo is innocent
+they will set him free at once.<br>
+</p>
+
+"They'll have to prove him guilty, won't they?'' asked Scraps.
+<br>
+<p>"I s'pose so."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, they can't do that," declared the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>As it was nearly time for Dorothy to dine with Ozma, which she
+did every evening, she rang for a servant and ordered the Woozy
+taken to a nice room and given plenty of such food as he liked
+best.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That's honey-bees," said the Woozy. <br>
+<p>"You can't eat honey-bees, but you'll be given something just
+as nice," Dorothy told him. Then she had the Glass Cat taken to
+another room for the night and the Patchwork Girl she kept in one
+of her own rooms, for she was much interested in the strange
+creature and wanted to talk with her again and try to understand
+her better.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_18">Chapter Seventeen</h1>
+
+<br>
+Ozma and Her Friends <br>
+<p>The Shaggy Man had a room of his own in the royal palace, so
+there he went to change his shaggy suit of clothes for another
+just as shaggy but not so dusty from travel. He selected a
+costume of peagreen and pink satin and velvet, with embroidered
+shags on all the edges and iridescent pearls for ornaments. Then
+he bathed in an alabaster pool and brushed his shaggy hair and
+whiskers the wrong way to make them still more shaggy. This
+accomplished, and arrayed in his splendid shaggy garments, he
+went to Ozma's banquet hall and found the Scarecrow, the Wizard
+and Dorothy already assembled there. The Scarecrow had made a
+quick trip and returned to the Emerald City with his left ear
+freshly painted.<br>
+</p>
+
+A moment later, while they all stood in waiting, a servant threw
+open a door, the orchestra struck up a tune and Ozma of Oz
+entered. <br>
+<p>Much has been told and written concerning the beauty of person
+and character of this sweet girl Ruler of the Land of Oz--the
+richest, the happiest and most delightful fairyland of which we
+have any knowledge. Yet with all her queenly qualities Ozma was a
+real girl and enjoyed the things in life that other real girls
+enjoy. When she sat on her splendid emerald throne in the great
+Throne Room of her palace and made laws and settled disputes and
+tried to keep all her subjects happy and contented, she was as
+dignified and demure as any queen might be; but when she had
+thrown aside her jeweled robe of state and her sceptre, and had
+retired to her private apartments, the girl-joyous, light-hearted
+and free--replaced the sedate Ruler.<br>
+</p>
+
+In the banquet hall to-night were gathered only old and trusted
+friends, so here Ozma was herself--a mere girl. She greeted
+Dorothy with a kiss, the Shaggy Man with a smile, the little old
+Wizard with a friendly handshake and then she pressed the
+Scarecrow's stuffed arm and cried merrily: <br>
+<p>"What a lovely left ear! Why, it's a hundred times better than
+the old one."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm glad you like it," replied the Scarecrow, well pleased.
+"Jinjur did a neat job, didn't she? And my hearing is now
+perfect. Isn't it wonderful what a little paint will do, if it's
+properly applied?" <br>
+<p>"It really is wonderful," she agreed, as they all took their
+seats; "but the Sawhorse must have his legs twinkle to have
+carried you so far in one day. I didn't expect you back before
+tomorrow, at the earliest."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well," said the Scarecrow, "I met a charming girl on the road
+and wanted to see more of her, so I hurried back." <br>
+<p>Ozma laughed.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I know," she returned; "it's the Patchwork Girl. She is
+certainly bewildering, if not strictly beautiful." <br>
+<p>"Have you seen her, then?" the straw man eagerly asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Only in my Magic Picture, which shows me all scenes of interest
+in the Land of Oz." <br>
+<p>"I fear the picture didn't do her justice," said the
+Scarecrow.<br>
+</p>
+
+"It seemed to me that nothing could be more gorgeous," declared
+Ozma. "Whoever made that patchwork quilt, from which Scraps was
+formed, must have selected the gayest and brightest bits of cloth
+that ever were woven. <br>
+<p>"I am glad you like her," said the Scarecrow in a satisfied
+tone. Although the straw man did not eat, not being made so he
+could, he often dined with Ozma and her companions, merely for
+the pleasure of talking with them. He sat at the table and had a
+napkin and plate, but the servants knew better than to offer him
+food. After a little while he asked: "Where is the Patchwork Girl
+now?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"In my room," replied Dorothy. "I've taken a fancy to her; she's
+so queer and-and-uncommon." <br>
+<p>"She's half crazy, I think," added the Shaggy Man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"But she is so beautiful!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, as if that
+fact disarmed all criticism. They all laughed at his enthusiasm,
+but the Scarecrow was quite serious. Seeing that he was
+interested in Scraps they forbore to say anything against her.
+The little band of friends Ozma had gathered around her was so
+quaintly assorted that much care must be exercised to avoid
+hurting their feelings or making any one of them unhappy. It was
+this considerate kindness that held them close friends and
+enabled them to enjoy one another's society. <br>
+<p>Another thing they avoided was conversing on unpleasant
+subjects, and for that reason Ojo and his troubles were not
+mentioned during the dinner. The Shaggy Man, however, related his
+adventures with the monstrous plants which had seized and
+enfolded the travelers, and told how he had robbed Chiss, the
+giant porcupine, of the quills which it was accustomed to throw
+at people. Both Dorothy and Ozma were pleased with this exploit
+and thought it served Chiss right.<br>
+</p>
+
+Then they talked of the Woozy, which was the most remarkable
+animal any of them had ever before seen--except, perhaps, the
+live Sawhorse. Ozma had never known that her dominions contained
+such a thing as a Woozy, there being but one in existence and
+this being confined in his forest for many years. Dorothy said
+she believed the Woozy was a good beast, honest and faithful; hut
+she added that she did not care much for the Glass Cat. <br>
+<p>"Still," said the Shaggy Man, "the Glass Cat is very pretty
+and if she were not so conceited over her pink brains no one
+would object to her as a companion.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Wizard had been eating silently until now, when he looked up
+and remarked: <br>
+<p>"That Powder of Life which is made by the Crooked Magician is
+really a wonderful thing. But Dr. Pipt does not know its true
+value and he uses it in the most foolish ways."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I must see about that," said Ozma, gravely. Then she smiled
+again and continued in a lighter tone: "It was Dr. Pipt's famous
+Powder of Life that enabled me to become the Ruler of Oz." <br>
+<p>"I've never heard that story," said the Shaggy Man, looking at
+Ozma questioningly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, when I was a baby girl I was stolen by an old Witch named
+Mombi and transformed into a boy," began the girl Ruler. "I did
+not know who I was and when I grew big enough to work, the Witch
+made me wait upon her and carry wood for the fire and hoe in the
+garden. One day she came back from a journey bringing some of the
+Powder of Life, which Dr. Pipt had given her. I had made a
+pumpkinheaded man and set it up in her path to frighten her, for
+I was fond of fun and hated the Witch. But she knew what the
+figure was and to test her Powder of Life she sprinkled some of
+it on the man I had made. It came to life and is now our dear
+friend Jack Pumpkinhead. That night I ran away with Jack to
+escape punishment, and I took old Mombi's Powder of Life with me.
+During our journey we came upon a wooden Sawhorse standing by the
+road and I used the magic powder to bring it to life. The
+Sawhorse has been with me ever since. When I got to the Emerald
+City the good Sorceress, Glinda, knew who I was and restored me
+to my proper person, when I became the rightful Ruler of this
+land. So you see had not old Mombi brought home the Powder of
+Life I might never have run away from her and become Ozma of Oz,
+nor would we have had Jack Pumpkinhead and the Sawhorse to
+comfort and amuse us." <br>
+<p>That story interested the Shaggy Man very much, as well as the
+others, who had often heard it before. The dinner being now
+concluded, they all went to Ozma's drawing-room, where they
+passed a pleasant evening before it came time to retire.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_19">Chapter Eighteen</h1>
+
+<br>
+Ojo is Forgiven <br>
+<p>The next morning the Soldier with the Green Whiskers went to
+the prison and took Ojo away to the royal palace, where he was
+summoned to appear before the girl Ruler for judgment. Again the
+soldier put upon the boy the jeweled handcuffs and white
+prisoner's robe with the peaked top and holes for the eyes. Ojo
+was so ashamed, both of his disgrace and the fault he had
+committed, that he was glad to be covered up in this way, so that
+people could not see him or know who he was. He followed the
+Soldier with the Green Whiskers very willingly, anxious that his
+fate might be decided as soon as possible.<br>
+</p>
+
+The inhabitants of the Emerald City were polite people and never
+jeered at the unfortunate; but it was so long since they bad seen
+a prisoner that they cast many curious looks toward the boy and
+many of them hurried away to the royal palace to be present
+during the trial. <br>
+<p>When Ojo was escorted into the great Throne Room of the palace
+he found hundreds of people assembled there. In the magnificent
+emerald throne, which sparkled with countless jewels, sat Ozma of
+Oz in her Robe of State, which was embroidered with emeralds and
+pearls. On her right, but a little lower, was Dorothy, and on her
+left the Scarecrow. Still lower, but nearly in front of Ozma, sat
+the wonderful Wizard of Oz and on a small table beside him was
+the golden vase from Dorothy's room, into which Scraps had
+dropped the stolen clover.<br>
+</p>
+
+At Ozma's feet crouched two enormous beasts, each the largest and
+most powerful of its kind. Although these beasts were quite free,
+no one present was alarmed by them; for the Cowardly Lion and the
+Hungry Tiger were well known and respected in the Emerald City
+and they always guarded the Ruler when she held high court in the
+Throne Room. There was still another beast present, but this one
+Dorothy held in her arms, for it was her constant companion, the
+little dog Toto. Toto knew the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger
+and often played and romped with them, for they were good
+friends. <br>
+<p>Seated on ivory chairs before Ozma, with a clear space between
+them and the throne, were many of the nobility of the Emerald
+City, lords and ladies in beautiful costumes, and officials of
+the kingdom in the royal uniforms of Oz. Behind these courtiers
+were others of less importance, filling the great hall to the
+very doors.<br>
+</p>
+
+At the same moment that the Soldier with the Green Whiskers
+arrived with Ojo, the Shaggy Man entered from a side door,
+escorting the Patchwork Girl, the Woozy and the Glass Cat. All
+these came to the vacant space before the throne and stood facing
+the Ruler. <br>
+<p>"Hullo, Ojo," said Scraps; "how are you?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"All right," he replied; but the scene awed the boy and his voice
+trembled a little with fear. Nothing could awe the Patchwork
+Girl, and although the Woozy was somewhat uneasy in these
+splendid surroundings the Glass Cat was delighted with the
+sumptuousness of the court and the impressiveness of the
+occasion--pretty big words but quite expressive. <br>
+<p>At a sign from Ozma the soldier removed Ojo's white robe and
+the boy stood face to face with the girl who was to decide his
+punishment. He saw at a glance how lovely and sweet she was, and
+his heart gave a bound of joy, for he hoped she would be
+merciful.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ozma sat looking at the prisoner a long time. Then she said
+gently: <br>
+<p>"One of the Laws of Oz forbids anyone to pick a six-leaved
+clover. You are accused of having broken this Law, even after you
+had been warned not to do so.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo hung his head and while he hesitated how to reply the
+Patchwork Girl stepped forward and spoke for him. <br>
+<p>"All this fuss is about nothing at all," she said, facing Ozma
+unabashed. "You can't prove he picked the six-leaved clover, so
+you've no right to accuse him of it. Search him, if you like, but
+you won't find the clover; look in his basket and you'll find
+it's not there. He hasn't got it, so I demand that you set this
+poor Munchkin boy free."<br>
+</p>
+
+The people of Oz listened to this defiance in amazement and
+wondered at the queer Patchwork Girl who dared talk so boldly to
+their Ruler. But Ozma sat silent and motionless and it was the
+little Wizard who answered Scraps. <br>
+<p>"So the clover hasn't been picked, eh?" he said. "I think it
+has. I think the boy hid it in his basket, and then gave the
+basket to you. I also think you dropped the clover into this
+vase, which stood in Princess Dorothy's room, hoping to get rid
+of it so it would not prove the boy guilty. You're a stranger
+here, Miss Patches, and so you don't know that nothing can be
+hidden from our powerful Ruler's Magic Picture--nor from the
+watchful eyes of the humble Wizard of Oz. Look, all of you!" With
+these words he waved his hands toward the vase on the table,
+which Scraps now noticed for the first time.<br>
+</p>
+
+From the mouth of the vase a plant sprouted, slowly growing
+before their eyes until it became a beautiful bush, and on the
+topmost branch appeared the six-leaved clover which Ojo had
+unfortunately picked. <br>
+<p>The Patchwork Girl looked at the clover and said: "Oh, so
+you've found it. Very well; prove he picked it, if you can."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ozma turned to Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Did you pick the six-leaved clover?" she asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," he replied. "I knew it was against the Law, but I wanted
+to save Unc Nunkie and I was afraid if I asked your consent to
+pick it you would refuse me." <br>
+<p>"What caused you to think that?" asked the Ruler.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, it seemed to me a foolish law, unjust and unreasonable.
+Even now I can see no harm in picking a six-leaved clover. And
+I--I had not seen the Emerald City, then, nor you, and I thought
+a girl who would make such a silly Law would not be likely to
+help anyone in trouble." <br>
+<p>Ozma regarded him musingly, her chin resting upon her hand;
+but she was not angry. On the contrary she smiled a little at her
+thoughts and then grew sober again.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I suppose a good many laws seem foolish to those people who do
+not understand them," she said; "but no law is ever made without
+some purpose, and that purpose is usually to protect all the
+people and guard their welfare. As you are a stranger, I will
+explain this Law which to you seems so foolish. Years ago there
+were many Witches and Magicians in the Land of Oz, and one of the
+things they often used in making their magic charms and
+transformations was a six-leaved clover. These Witches and
+Magicians caused so much trouble among my people, often using
+their powers for evil rather than good, that I decided to forbid
+anyone to practice magic or sorcery except Glinda the Good and
+her assistant, the Wizard of Oz, both of whom I can trust to use
+their arts only to benefit my people and to make them happier.
+Since I issued that Law the Land of Oz has been far more peaceful
+and quiet; but I learned that some of the Witches and Magicians
+were still practicing magic on the sly and using the six-leaved
+clovers to make their potions and charms. Therefore I made
+another Law forbidding anyone from plucking a six-leaved clover
+or from gathering other plants and herbs which the Witches boil
+in their kettles to work magic with. That has almost put an end
+to wicked sorcery in our land, so you see the Law was not a
+foolish one, but wise and just; and, in any event, it is wrong to
+disobey a Law." <br>
+<p>Ojo knew she was right and felt greatly mortified to realize
+he had acted and spoken so ridiculously. But he raised his head
+and looked Ozma in the face, saying:<br>
+</p>
+
+"I am sorry I have acted wrongly and broken your Law. I did it to
+save Unc Nunkie, and thought I would not be found out. But I am
+guilty of this act and whatever punishment you think I deserve I
+will suffer willingly." <br>
+<p>Ozma smiled more brightly, then, and nodded graciously.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You are forgiven," she said. "For, although you have committed a
+serious fault, you are now penitent and I think you have been
+punished enough. Soldier, release Ojo the Lucky and--" <br>
+<p>"I beg your pardon; I'm Ojo the Unlucky," said the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"At this moment you are lucky," said she. "Release him, Soldier,
+and let him go free." <br>
+<p>The people were glad to hear Ozma's decree and murmured their
+approval. As the royal audience was now over, they began to leave
+the Throne Room and soon there were none remaining except Ojo and
+his friends and Ozma and her favorites.<br>
+</p>
+
+The girl Ruler now asked Ojo to sit down and tell her all his
+story, which he did, beginning at the time he had left his home
+in the forest and ending with his arrival at the Emerald City and
+his arrest. Ozma listened attentively and was thoughtful for some
+moments after the boy had finished speaking. Then she said: <br>
+<p>"The Crooked Magician was wrong to make the Glass Cat and the
+Patchwork Girl, for it was against the Law. And if he had not
+unlawfully kept the bottle of Liquid of Petrifaction standing on
+his shelf, the accident to his wife Margolotte and to Unc Nunkie
+could not have occurred. I can understand, however, that Ojo, who
+loves his uncle, will be unhappy unless he can save him. Also I
+feel it is wrong to leave those two victims standing as marble
+statues, when they ought to be alive. So I propose we allow Dr.
+Pipt to make the magic charm which will save them, and that we
+assist Ojo to find the things he is seeking. What do you think,
+Wizard?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"That is perhaps the best thing to do," replied the Wizard. "But
+after the Crooked Magician has restored those poor people to life
+you must take away his magic powers." <br>
+<p>"I will," promised Ozma.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Now tell me, please, what magic things must you find?" continued
+the Wizard, addressing Ojo. <br>
+<p>"The three hairs from the Woozy's tail I have," said the boy.
+"That is, I have the Woozy, and the hairs are in his tail. The
+six-leaved clover I--I--"<br>
+</p>
+
+"You may take it and keep it," said Ozma. "That will not be
+breaking the Law, for it is already picked, and the crime of
+picking it is forgiven." <br>
+<p>"Thank you!" cried Ojo gratefully. Then he continued: "The
+next thing, I must find is a gill of water from a dark well.'<br>
+</p>
+
+The Wizard shook his head. "That," said he, "will be a hard task,
+but if you travel far enough you may discover it." <br>
+<p>"I am willing to travel for years, if it will save Unc
+Nunkie," declared Ojo, earnestly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then you'd better begin your journey at once," advised the
+Wizard. <br>
+<p>Dorothy bad been listening with interest to this conversation.
+Now she turned to Ozma and asked: "May I go with Ojo, to help
+him?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Would you like to?" returned Ozma. <br>
+<p>"Yes. I know Oz pretty well, but Ojo doesn't know it at all.
+I'm sorry for his uncle and poor Margolotte and I'd like to help
+save them. May I go?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"If you wish to," replied Ozma. <br>
+<p>"If Dorothy goes, then I must go to take care of her," said
+the Scarecrow, decidedly. "A dark well can only be discovered in
+some out-of-the-way place, and there may be dangers there."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You have my permission to accompany Dorothy," said Ozma. "And
+while you are gone I will take care of the Patchwork Girl." <br>
+<p>"I'll take care of myself," announced Scraps, "for I'm going
+with the Scarecrow and Dorothy. I promised Ojo to help him find
+the things he wants and I'll stick to my promise."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Very well," replied Ozma. "But I see no need for Ojo to take the
+Glass Cat and the Woozy." <br>
+<p>"I prefer to remain here," said the cat. "I've nearly been
+nicked half a dozen times, already, and if they're going into
+dangers it's best for me to keep away from them."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Let Jellia Jamb keep her till Ojo returns," suggested Dorothy.
+"We won't need to take the Woozy, either, but he ought to be
+saved because of the three hairs in his tail." <br>
+<p>"Better take me along," said the Woozy. "My eyes can flash
+fire, you know, and I can growl--a little."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm sure you'll be safer here," Ozma decided, and the Woozy made
+no further objection to the plan. <br>
+<p>After consulting together they decided that Ojo and his party
+should leave the very next day to search for the gill of water
+from a dark well, so they now separated to make preparations for
+the journey.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ozma gave the Munchkin boy a room in the palace for that night
+and the afternoon he passed with Dorothy--getting acquainted, as
+she said--and receiving advice from the Shaggy Man as to where
+they must go. The Shaggy Man had wandered in many parts of Oz,
+and so had Dorothy, for that matter, yet neither of them knew
+where a dark well was to be found. <br>
+<p>"If such a thing is anywhere in the settled parts of Oz," said
+Dorothy, "we'd prob'ly have heard of it long ago. If it's in the
+wild parts of the country, no one there would need a dark well.
+P'raps there isn't such a thing."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh, there must he!" returned Ojo, positively; "or else the
+recipe of Dr. Pipt wouldn't call for it." <br>
+<p>"That's true," agreed Dorothy; "and, if it's anywhere in the
+Land of Oz, we're bound to find it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, we're bound to search for it, anyhow," said the Scarecrow.
+"As for finding it, we must trust to luck." <br>
+<p>"Don't do that," begged Ojo, earnestly. "I'm called Ojo the
+Unlucky, you know."<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_20">Chapter Nineteen</h1>
+
+<br>
+Trouble with the Tottenhots <br>
+<p>A day's journey from the Emerald City brought the little band
+of adventurers to the home of Jack Pumpkinhead, which was a house
+formed from the shell of an immense pumpkin. Jack had made it
+himself and was very proud of it. There was a door, and several
+windows, and through the top was stuck a stovepipe that led from
+a small stove inside. The door was reached by a flight of three
+steps and there was a good floor on which was arranged some
+furniture that was quite comfortable.<br>
+</p>
+
+It is certain that Jack Pumpkinhead might have had a much finer
+house to live in bad he wanted it, for Ozma loved the stupid
+fellow, who had been her earliest companion; but Jack preferred
+his pumpkin house, as it matched himself very well, and in this
+he was not so stupid, after all. <br>
+<p>The body of this remarkable person was made of wood, branches
+of trees of various sizes having been used for the purpose. This
+wooden framework was covered by a red shirt--with white spots in
+it--blue trousers, a yellow vest, a jacket of green-and-gold and
+stout leather shoes. The neck was a sharpened stick on which the
+pumpkin head was set, and the eyes, ears, nose and mouth were
+carved on the skin of the pumpkin, very like a child's
+jack-o'-lantern.<br>
+</p>
+
+The house of this interesting creation stood in the center of a
+vast pumpkin-field, where the vines grew in profusion and bore
+pumpkins of extraordinary size as well as those which were
+smaller. Some of the pumpkins now ripening on the vines were
+almost as large as Jack's house, and he told Dorothy he intended
+to add another pumpkin to his mansion. <br>
+<p>The travelers were cordially welcomed to this quaint domicile
+and invited to pass the night there, which they had planned to
+do. The Patchwork Girl was greatly interested in Jack and
+examined him admiringly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You are quite handsome," she said; "but not as really beautiful
+as the Scarecrow." <br>
+<p>Jack turned, at this, to examine the Scarecrow critically, and
+his old friend slyly winked one painted eye at him.<br>
+</p>
+
+"There is no accounting for tastes," remarked the Pumpkinhead,
+with a sigh. "An old crow once told me I was very fascinating,
+but of course the bird might have been mistaken. Yet I have
+noticed that the crows usually avoid the Scarecrow, who is a very
+honest fellow, in his way, but stuffed. I am not stuffed, you
+will observe; my body is good solid hickory." <br>
+<p>"I adore stuffing," said the Patchwork Girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, as for that, my head is stuffed with pumpkin-seeds,"
+declared Jack. "I use them for brains, and when they are fresh I
+am intellectual. Just now, I regret to say, my seeds are rattling
+a bit, so I must soon get another head." <br>
+<p>"Oh; do you change your head?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"To be sure. Pumpkins are not permanent, more's the pity, and in
+time they spoil. That is why I grow such a great field of
+pumpkins--that I may select a new head whenever necessary." <br>
+<p>"Who carves the faces on them?" inquired the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I do that myself. I lift off my old head, place it on a table
+before me, and use the face for a pattern to go by. Sometimes the
+faces I carve are better than others--more expressive and
+cheerful, you know--but I think they average very well." <br>
+<p>Before she had started on the journey Dorothy had packed a
+knapsack with the things she might need, and this knapsack the
+Scarecrow carried strapped to his back. The little girl wore a
+plain gingham dress and a checked sunbonnet, as she knew they
+were best fitted for travel. Ojo also had brought along his
+basket, to which Ozma had added a bottle of "Square Meal Tablets"
+and some fruit. But Jack Pumpkinhead grew a lot of things in his
+garden besides pumpkins, so he cooked for them a fine vegetable
+soup and gave Dorothy, Ojo and Toto, the only ones who found it
+necessary to eat, a pumpkin pie and some green cheese. For beds
+they must use the sweet dried grasses which Jack had strewn along
+one side of the room, but that satisfied Dorothy and Ojo very
+well. Toto, of course, slept beside his little mistress.<br>
+</p>
+
+The Scarecrow, Scraps and the Pumpkinhead were tireless and had
+no need to sleep, so they sat up and talked together all night;
+but they stayed outside the house, under the bright stars, and
+talked in low tones so as not to disturb the sleepers. During the
+conversation the Scarecrow explained their quest for a dark well,
+and asked Jack's advice where to find it. <br>
+<p>The Pumpkinhead considered the matter gravely.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That is going to be a difficult task," said he, "and if I were
+you I'd take any ordinary well and enclose it, so as to make it
+dark." <br>
+<p>"I fear that wouldn't do," replied the Scarecrow. "The well
+must be naturally dark, and the water must never have seen the
+light of day, for otherwise the magic charm might not work at
+all."<br>
+</p>
+
+"How much of the water do you need?" asked Jack. <br>
+<p>"A gill."<br>
+</p>
+
+"How much is a gill?" <br>
+<p>"Why--a gill is a gill, of course," answered the Scarecrow,
+who did not wish to display his ignorance.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I know!" cried Scraps. "Jack and Jill went up the hill to
+fetch--" <br>
+<p>"No, no; that's wrong," interrupted the Scarecrow. "There are
+two kinds of gills, I think; one is a girl, and the other
+is--"<br>
+</p>
+
+"A gillyflower," said Jack. <br>
+<p>"No; a measure."<br>
+</p>
+
+"How big a measure?" <br>
+<p>"Well, I'll ask Dorothy."<br>
+</p>
+
+So next morning they asked Dorothy, and she said: <br>
+<p>"I don't just know how much a gill is, but I've brought along
+a gold flask that holds a pint. That's more than a gill, I'm
+sure, and the Crooked Magician may measure it to suit himself.
+But the thing that's bothering us most, Jack, is to find the
+well."<br>
+</p>
+
+Jack gazed around the landscape, for he was standing in the
+doorway of his house. <br>
+<p>"This is a flat country, so you won t find any dark wells
+here," said he. "You must go into the mountains, where rocks and
+caverns are.<br>
+</p>
+
+"And where is that?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"In the Quadling Country, which lies south of here," replied
+the Scarecrow. "I've known all along that we must go to the
+mountains."<br>
+</p>
+
+"So have I," said Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"But--goodness me!--the Quadling Country is full of dangers,"
+declared Jack. "I've never been there myself, but--"<br>
+</p>
+
+"I have," said the Scarecrow. "I've faced the dreadful
+Hammerheads, which have no arms and butt you like a goat; and
+I've faced the Fighting Trees, which bend down their branches to
+pound and whip you, and had many other adventures there." <br>
+<p>"It's a wild country," remarked Dorothy, soberly, "and if we
+go there we're sure to have troubles of our own. But I guess
+we'll have to go, if we want that gill of water from the dark
+well."<br>
+</p>
+
+So they said good-bye to the Pumpkinhead and resumed their
+travels, heading now directly toward the South Country, where
+mountains and rocks and caverns and forests of great trees
+abounded. This part of the Land of Oz, while it belonged to Ozma
+and owed her allegiance, was so wild and secluded that many queer
+peoples hid in its jungles and lived in their own way, without
+even a knowledge that they had a Ruler in the Emerald City. If
+they were left alone, these creatures never troubled the
+inhabitants of the rest of Oz, but those who invaded their
+domains encountered many dangers from them. <br>
+<p>It was a two days journey from Jack Pumkinhead's house to the
+edge of the Quadling Country, for neither Dorothy nor Ojo could
+walk very fast and they often stopped by the wayside to rest. The
+first night they slept on the broad fields, among the buttercups
+and daisies, and the Scarecrow covered the children with a gauze
+blanket taken from his knapsack, so they would not be chilled by
+the night air. Toward evening of the second day they reached a
+sandy plain where walking was difficult; but some distance before
+them they saw a group of palm trees, with many curious black dots
+under them; so they trudged bravely on to reach that place by
+dark and spend the night under the shelter of the trees.<br>
+</p>
+
+The black dots grew larger as they advanced and although the
+light was dim Dorothy thought they looked like big kettles turned
+upside down. Just beyond this place a jumble of huge, jagged
+rocks lay scattered, rising to the mountains behind them. <br>
+<p>Our travelers preferred to attempt to climb these rocks by
+daylight, and they realized that for a time this would be their
+last night on the plains.<br>
+</p>
+
+Twilight had fallen by the time they came to the trees, beneath
+which were the black, circular objects they had marked from a
+distance. Dozens of them were scattered around and Dorothy bent
+near to one, which was about as tall as she was, to examine it
+more closely. As she did so the top flew open and out popped a
+dusky creature, rising its length into the air and then plumping
+down upon the ground just beside the little girl. Another and
+another popped out of the circular, pot-like dwelling, while from
+all the other black objects came popping more creatures--very
+like jumping-jacks when their boxes are unhooked--until fully a
+hundred stood gathered around our little group of travelers. <br>
+<p>By this time Dorothy had discovered they were people, tiny and
+curiously formed, but still people. Their skins were dusky and
+their hair stood straight up, like wires, and was brilliant
+scarlet in color. Their bodies were bare except for skins
+fastened around their waists and they wore bracelets on their
+ankles and wrists, and necklaces, and great pendant earrings.<br>
+</p>
+
+Toto crouched beside his mistress and wailed as if he did not
+like these strange creatures a bit. Scraps began to mutter
+something about "hopity, poppity, jumpity, dump!" but no one paid
+any attention to her. Ojo kept close to the Scarecrow and the
+Scarecrow kept close to Dorothy; but the little girl turned to
+the queer creatures and asked: <br>
+<p>"Who are you?"<br>
+</p>
+
+They answered this question all together, in a sort of chanting
+chorus, the words being as follows: <br>
+<p>"We're the jolly Tottenhots; We do not like the day, But in
+the night 'tis our delight To gambol, skip and play.<br>
+</p>
+
+"We hate the sun and from it run, The moon is cool and clear, So
+on this spot each Tottenhot Waits for it to appear. <br>
+<p>"We're ev'ry one chock full of fun, And full of mischief, too;
+But if you're gay and with us play We'll do no harm to you.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<p>"Glad to meet you, Tottenhots," said the Scarecrow solemnly.
+"But you mustn't expect us to play with you all night, for we've
+traveled all day and some of us are tired."<br>
+</p>
+
+"And we never gamble," added the Patchwork Girl. "It's against
+the Law." <br>
+<p>These remarks were greeted with shouts of laughter by the
+impish creatures and one seized the Scarecrow's arm and was
+astonished to find the straw man whirl around so easily. So the
+Tottenhot raised the Scarecrow high in the air and tossed him
+over the heads of the crowd. Some one caught him and tossed him
+back, and so with shouts of glee they continued throwing the
+Scarecrow here and there, as if he had been a basket-ball.<br>
+</p>
+
+Presently another imp seized Scraps and began to throw her about,
+in the same way. They found her a little heavier than the
+Scarecrow but still light enough to be tossed like a
+sofa-cushion, and they were enjoying the sport immensely when
+Dorothy, angry and indignant at the treatment her friends were
+receiving, rushed among the Tottenhots and began slapping and
+pushing them until she had rescued the Scarecrow and the
+Patchwork Girl and held them close on either side of her. Perhaps
+she would not have accomplished this victory so easily had not
+Toto helped her, barking and snapping at the bare legs of the
+imps until they were glad to flee from his attack. As for Ojo,
+some of the creatures had attempted to toss him, also, but
+finding his body too heavy they threw him to the ground and a row
+of the imps sat on him and held him from assisting Dorothy in her
+battle. <br>
+<p>The little brown folks were much surprised at being attacked
+by the girl and the dog, and one or two who had been slapped
+hardest began to cry. Then suddenly they gave a shout, all
+together, and disappeared in a flash into their various houses,
+the tops of which closed with a series of pops that sounded like
+a bunch of firecrackers being exploded.<br>
+</p>
+
+The adventurers now found themselves alone, and Dorothy asked
+anxiously: <br>
+<p>"Is anybody hurt?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not me," answered the Scarecrow. "They have given my straw a
+good shaking up and taken all the lumps out of it. I am now in
+splendid condition and am really obliged to the Tottenhots for
+their kind treatment." <br>
+<p>"I feel much the same way," said Scraps. "My cotton stuffing
+had sagged a good deal with the day's walking and they've
+loosened it up until I feel as plump as a sausage. But the play
+was a little rough and I'd had quite enough of it when you
+interfered."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Six of them sat on me," said Ojo, "but as they are so little
+they didn't hurt me much." <br>
+<p>Just then the roof of the house in front of them opened and a
+Tottenhot stuck his head out, very cautiously, and looked at the
+strangers.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can't you, take a joke?" he asked, reproachfully; "haven t you
+any fun in you at all?" <br>
+<p>"If I had such a quality," replied the Scarecrow, "your people
+would have knocked it out of me. But I don't bear grudges. I
+forgive you."<br>
+</p>
+
+"So do I," added Scraps. "That is, if you behave yourselves after
+this." <br>
+<p>"It was just a little rough-house, that's all," said the
+Tottenhot. "But the question is not if we will behave, but if you
+will behave? We can't be shut up here all night, because this is
+our time to play; nor do we care to come out and be chewed up by
+a savage beast or slapped by an angry girl. That slapping hurts
+like sixty; some of my folks are crying about it. So here's the
+proposition: you let us alone and we'll let you alone."<br>
+</p>
+
+"You began it," declared Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"Well, you ended it, so we won't argue the matter. May we come
+out again? Or are you still cruel and slappy?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Tell you what we'll do," said Dorothy. "We're all tired and want
+to sleep until morning. If you'll let us get into your house, and
+stay there until daylight, you can play outside all you want to."
+<br>
+<p>"That's a bargain!" cried the Tottenhot eagerly, and he gave a
+queer whistle that brought his people popping out of their houses
+on all sides. When the house before them was vacant, Dorothy and
+Ojo leaned over the hole and looked in, but could see nothing
+because it was so dark. But if the Tottenhots slept there all day
+the children thought they could sleep there at night, so Ojo
+lowered himself down and found it was not very deep."<br>
+</p>
+
+"There's a soft cushion all over," said he. "Come on in." <br>
+<p>Dorothy handed Toto to the boy and then climbed in herself.
+After her came Scraps and the Scarecrow, who did not wish to
+sleep but preferred to keep out of the way of the mischievous
+Tottenhots.<br>
+</p>
+
+There seemed no furniture in the round den, but soft cushions
+were strewn about the floor and these they found made very
+comfortable beds. They did not close the hole in the roof but
+left it open to admit air. It also admitted the shouts and
+ceaseless laughter of the impish Tottenhots as they played
+outside, but Dorothy and Ojo, being weary from their journey,
+were soon fast asleep. <br>
+<p>Toto kept an eye open, however, and uttered low, threatening
+growls whenever the racket made by the creatures outside became
+too boisterous; and the Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl sat
+leaning against the wall and talked in whispers all night long.
+No one disturbed the travelers until daylight, when in popped the
+Tottenhot who owned the place and invited them to vacate his
+premises.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_21">Chapter Twenty</h1>
+
+<br>
+The Captive Yoop <br>
+<p>As they were preparing to leave, Dorothy asked: "Can you tell
+us where there is a dark well?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Never heard of such a thing," said the Tottenhot. "We live our
+lives in the dark, mostly, and sleep in the day-time; but we've
+never seen a dark well, or anything like one." <br>
+<p>"Does anyone live on those mountains beyond here?" asked the
+Scarecrow.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Lots of people. But you'd better not visit them. We never go
+there," was the reply. <br>
+<p>"What are the people like?" Dorothy inquired.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can't say. We've been told to keep away from the mountain paths,
+and so we obey. This sandy desert is good enough for us, and
+we're not disturbed here," declared the Tottenhot. <br>
+<p>So they left the man snuggling down to sleep in his dusky
+dwelling, and went out into the sunshine, taking the path that
+led toward the rocky places. They soon found it hard climbing,
+for the rocks were uneven and full of sharp points and edges, and
+now there was no path at all. Clambering here and there among the
+boulders they kept steadily on, gradually rising higher and
+higher until finally they came to a great rift in a part of the
+mountain, where the rock seemed to have split in two and left
+high walls on either side.<br>
+</p>
+
+"S'pose we go this way," suggested Dorothy; it's much easier
+walking than to climb over the hills." <br>
+<p>"How about that sign?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What sign?" she inquired. <br>
+<p>The Munchkin boy pointed to some words painted on the wall of
+rock beside them, which Dorothy had not noticed. The words
+read:<br>
+</p>
+
+"LOOK OUT FOR YOOP." <br>
+<p>The girl eyed this sign a moment and turned to the Scarecrow,
+asking:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Who is Yoop; or what is Yoop?" <br>
+<p>The straw man shook his head. Then looked at Toto and the dog
+said "Woof!"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Only way to find out is to go on, Scraps." <br>
+<p>This being quite true, they went on. As they proceeded, the
+walls of rock on either side grew higher and higher. Presently
+they came upon another sign which read:<br>
+</p>
+
+"BEWARE THE CAPTIVE YOOP." <br>
+<p>"Why, as for that," remarked Dorothy, "if Yoop is a captive
+there's no need to beware of him. Whatever Yoop happens to be,
+I'd much rather have him a captive than running around
+loose."<br>
+</p>
+
+"So had I," agreed the Scarecrow, with a nod of his painted head.
+<br>
+<p>"Still," said Scraps, reflectively:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yoop-te-hoop-te-loop-te-goop! Who put noodles in the soup? We
+may beware but we don't care, And dare go where we scare the
+Yoop." <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+"Dear me! Aren't you feeling a little queer, just now?" Dorothy
+asked the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"Not queer, but crazy," said Ojo. "When she says those things
+I'm sure her brains get mixed somehow and work the wrong way.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't see why we are told to beware the Yoop unless he is
+dangerous," observed the Scarecrow in a puzzled tone. <br>
+<p>"Never mind; we'll find out all about him when we get to where
+he is," replied the little girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+The narrow canyon turned and twisted this way and that, and the
+rift was so small that they were able to touch both walls at the
+same time by stretching out their arms. Toto had run on ahead,
+frisking playfully, when suddenly he uttered a sharp bark of fear
+and came running back to them with his tail between his legs, as
+dogs do when they are frightened. <br>
+<p>"Ah," said the Scarecrow, who was leading the way, "we must be
+near Yoop."<br>
+</p>
+
+Just then, as he rounded a sharp turn, the Straw man stopped so
+suddenly that all the others bumped against him. <br>
+<p>"What is it?" asked Dorothy, standing on tip-toes to look over
+his shoulder. But then she saw what it was and cried "Oh!" in a
+tone of astonishment.<br>
+</p>
+
+In one of the rock walls--that at their left-was hollowed a great
+cavern, in front of which was a row of thick iron bars, the tops
+and bottoms being firmly fixed in the solid rock. Over this
+cavern was a big sign, which Dorothy read with much curiosity,
+speaking the words aloud that all might know what they said: <br>
+<p>"MISTER YOOP--HIS CAVE<br>
+</p>
+
+The Largest Untamed Giant in Captivity. Height, 21 Feet.--(And
+yet he has but 2 feet.) Weight, 1640 Pounds.--(But he waits all
+the time.) Age, 400 Years 'and Up' (as they say in the <br>
+<p>Department Store advertisements). Temper, Fierce and
+Ferocious.--(Except when asleep.) Appetite, Ravenous.--(Prefers
+Meat People and Orange Marmalade.)<br>
+</p>
+
+P. S.--Don't feed the Giant yourself." <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+"Very well," said Ojo, with a sigh; "let's go back." <br>
+<p>"It's a long way back," declared Dorothy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"So it is," remarked the Scarecrow, "and it means a tedious climb
+over those sharp rocks if we can t use this passage. I think it
+will be best to run by the Giant's cave as fast as we can go.
+Mister Yoop seems to be asleep just now." <br>
+<p>But the Giant wasn't asleep. He suddenly appeared at the front
+of his cavern, seized the iron bars in his great hairy hands and
+shook them until they rattled in their sockets. Yoop was so tall
+that our friends had to tip their heads way back to look into his
+face, and they noticed he was dressed all in pink velvet, with
+silver buttons and braid. The Giant's boots were of pink leather
+and had tassels on them and his hat was decorated with an
+enormous pink ostrich feather, carefully curled.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yo--ho!" he said in a deep bass voice; "I smell dinner." <br>
+<p>"I think you are mistaken," replied the Scarecrow. "There is
+no orange marmalade around here."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ah, but I eat other things," asserted Mister Yoop. "That is, I
+eat them when I can get them. But this is a lonely place, and no
+good meat has passed by my cave for many years; so I'm hungry."
+<br>
+<p>"Haven't you eaten anything in many years?" asked Dorothy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Nothing except six ants and a monkey. I thought the monkey would
+taste like meat people, but the flavor was different. I hope you
+will taste better, for you seem plump and tender." <br>
+<p>"Oh, I'm not going to be eaten," said Dorothy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why not?" <br>
+<p>"I shall keep out of your way," she answered.<br>
+</p>
+
+"How heartless!" wailed the Giant, shaking the bars again.
+"Consider how many years it is since I've eaten a single plump
+little girl! They tell me meat is going up, but if I can manage
+to catch you I'm sure it will soon be going down. And I'll catch
+you if I can." <br>
+<p>With this the Giant pushed his big arms, which looked like
+tree-trunks (except that treetrunks don't wear pink velvet)
+between the iron bars, and the arms were so long that they
+touched the opposite wall of the rock passage. Then he extended
+them as far as he could reach toward our travelers and found he
+could almost touch the Scarecrow--but not quite.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Come a little nearer, please," begged the Giant. <br>
+<p>"I'm a Scarecrow."<br>
+</p>
+
+"A Scarecrow? Ugh! I don't care a straw for a scarecrow. Who is
+that bright-colored delicacy behind you?" <br>
+<p>"Me?" asked Scraps. "I'm a Patchwork Girl, and I'm stuffed
+with cotton."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Dear me," sighed the Giant in a disapointed tone; "that reduces
+my dinner from four to two-and the dog. I'll save the dog for
+dessert." <br>
+<p>Toto growled, keeping a good distance away.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Back up," said the Scarecrow to those behind him. "Let us go
+back a little way and talk this over. <br>
+<p>So they turned and went around the bend in the passage, where
+they were out of sight of the cave and Mister Yoop could not hear
+them.<br>
+</p>
+
+"My idea," began the Scarecrow, when they had halted, "is to make
+a dash past the cave, going on a run. <br>
+<p>"He'd grab us," said Dorothy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, he can't grab but one at a time, and I'll go first. As
+soon as he grabs me the rest of you can slip past him, out of his
+reach, and he will soon let me go because I am not fit to eat."
+<br>
+<p>They decided to try this plan and Dorothy took Toto in her
+arms, so as to protect him. She followed just after the
+Scarecrow. Then came Ojo, with Scarps the last of the four. Their
+hearts beat a little faster than usual as they again approached
+the Giant's cave, this time moving swiftly forward.<br>
+</p>
+
+It turned out about the way the Scarecrow had planned. Mister
+Yoop was quite astonished to see them come flying toward him, and
+thrusting his arms between the bars he seized the Scarecrow in a
+firm grip. In the next instant he realized, from the way the
+straw crunched between his fingers, that he had captured the
+non-eatable man, but during that instant of delay Dorothy and Ojo
+had slipped by the Giant and were out of reach. Uttering a howl
+of rage the monster threw the Scarecrow after them with one hand
+and grabbed Scraps with the other. <br>
+<p>The poor Scarecrow went whirling through the air and so
+cleverly was he aimed that he struck Ojo's back and sent the boy
+tumbling head over heels, and he tripped Dorothy and sent her,
+also, sprawling upon the ground. Toto flew out of the little
+girl's arms and landed some distance ahead, and all were so dazed
+that it was a moment before they could scramble to their feet
+again. When they did so they turned to look toward the Giant's
+cave, and at that moment the ferocious Mister Yoop threw the
+Patchwork Girl at them.<br>
+</p>
+
+Down went all three again, in a heap, with Scraps on top. The
+Giant roared so terribly that for a time they were afraid he had
+broken loose; but he hadn't. So they sat in the road and looked
+at one another in a rather bewildered way, and then began to feel
+glad. <br>
+<p>"We did it!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, with satisfaction. "And
+now we are free to go on our way.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Mister Yoop is very impolite," declared Scraps. "He jarred me
+terribly. It's lucky my stitches are so fine and strong, for
+otherwise such harsh treatment might rip me up the back." <br>
+<p>"Allow me to apologize for the Giant," said the Scarecrow,
+raising the Patchwork Girl to her feet and dusting her skirt with
+his stuffed hands. "Mister Yoop is a perfect stranger to me, but
+I fear, from the rude manner in which he has acted, that he is no
+gentleman."<br>
+</p>
+
+Dorothy and Ojo laughed at this statement and Toto barked as if
+he understood the joke, after which they all felt better and
+resumed the journey in high spirits. <br>
+<p>"Of course," said the little girl, when they had walked a way
+along the passage, "it was lucky for us the Giant was caged; for,
+if he had happened to be loose, he--he--"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Perhaps, in that case, he wouldn't be hungry any more," said Ojo
+gravely. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_22">Chapter Twenty-One</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>Hip Hopper the Champion<br>
+</p>
+
+They must have had good courage to climb all those rocks, for
+after getting out of the canyon they encountered more rock hills
+to he surmounted. Toto could jump from one rock to another quite
+easily, but the others had to creep and climb with care, so that
+after a whole day of such work Dorothy and Ojo found themselves
+very tired. <br>
+<p>As they gazed upward at the great mass of tumbled rocks that
+covered the steep incline, Dorothy gave a little groan and
+said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"That's going to be a ter'ble hard climb, Scarecrow. I wish we
+could find the dark well without so much trouble." <br>
+<p>"Suppose," said Ojo, "you wait here and let me do the
+climbing, for it's on my account we're searching for the dark
+well. Then, if I don't find anything, I'll come back and join
+you.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No," replied the little girl, shaking her head positively,
+"we'll all go together, for that way we can help each other. If
+you went alone, something might happen to you, Ojo." <br>
+<p>So they began the climb and found it indeed difficult, for a
+way. But presently, in creeping over the big crags, they found a
+path at their feet which wound in and out among the masses of
+rock and was quite smooth and easy to walk upon. As the path
+gradually ascended the mountain, although in a roundabout way,
+they decided to follow it.<br>
+</p>
+
+"This must be the road to the Country of the Hoppers," said the
+Scarecrow. <br>
+<p>"Who are the Hoppers?" asked Dorothy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Some people Jack Pumpkinhead told me about," he replied. <br>
+<p>"I didn't hear him," replied the girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No; you were asleep," explained the Scarecrow. "But he told
+Scraps and me that the hoppers and the Horners live on this
+mountain." <br>
+<p>"He said in the mountain," declared Scraps; "but of course he
+meant on it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Didn't he say what the Hoppers and Horners were like?" inquired
+Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"No; he only said they were two separate nations, and that the
+Horners were the most important."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, if we go to their country we'll find out all about 'em,"
+said the girl. "But I've never heard Ozma mention those people,
+so they can't be very important." <br>
+<p>"Is this mountain in the Land of Oz?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Course it is," answered Dorothy. "It's in the South Country of
+the Quadlings. When one comes to the edge of Oz, in any
+direction, there is nothing more to be seen at all. Once you
+could see sandy desert all around Oz; but now it's diff'rent, and
+no other people can see us, any more than we can see them." <br>
+<p>"If the mountain is under Ozma's rule, why doesn't she know
+about the Hoppers and the Horners?" Ojo asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, it's a fairyland," explained Dorothy, "and lots of queer
+people live in places so tucked away that those in the Emerald
+City never even hear of 'em. In the middle of the country it's
+diff'rent, but when you get around the edges you're sure to run
+into strange little corners that surprise you. I know, for I've
+traveled in Oz a good deal, and os has the Scarecrow." <br>
+<p>"Yes," admitted the straw man, "I've been considerable of a
+traveler, in my time, and I like to explore strange places. I
+find I learn much more by traveling than by staying at home."<br>
+</p>
+
+During this conversation they had been walking up the steep
+pathway and now found themselves well up on the mountain. They
+could see nothing around them, for the rocks beside their path
+were higher than their heads. Nor could they see far in front of
+them, because the path was so crooked. But suddenly they stopped,
+because the path ended and there was no place to go. Ahead was a
+big rock lying against the side of the mountain, and this blocked
+the way completely. <br>
+<p>"There wouldn't be a path, though, if it didn't go somewhere,"
+said the Scarecrow, wrinkling his forehead in deep thought.<br>
+</p>
+
+"This is somewhere, isn't it?" asked the Patchwork Girl, laughing
+at the bewildered looks of the others. <br>
+<p>"The path is locked, the way is blocked, Yet here we've
+innocently flocked; And now we're here it's rather queer There's
+no front door that can be knocked."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Please don't, Scraps," said Ojo. "You make me nervous. <br>
+<p>"Well," said Dorothy, "I'm glad of a little rest, for that's a
+drea'ful steep path."<br>
+</p>
+
+As she spoke she leaned against the edge of the big rock that
+stood in their way. To her surprise it slowly swung backward and
+showed behind it a dark hole that looked like the mouth of a
+tunnel. <br>
+<p>"Why, here's where the path goes to!" she exclaimed.<br>
+</p>
+
+"So it is," answered the Scarecrow. "But the question is, do we
+want to go where the path does?" <br>
+<p>"It's underground; right inside the mountain," said Ojo,
+peering into the dark hole. "perhaps there's a well there; and,
+if there is, it's sure to be a dark one."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, that's true enough!" cried Dorothy with eagerness. "Let's
+go in, Scarecrow; 'cause, if others have gone, we're pretty safe
+to go, too." <br>
+<p>Toto looked in and barked, but he did not venture to enter
+until the Scarecrow had bravely gone first. Scraps followed
+closely after the straw man and then Ojo and Dorothy timidly
+stepped inside the tunnel. As soon as all of them had passed the
+big rock, it slowly turned and filled up the opening again; but
+now they were no longer in the dark, for a soft, rosy light
+enabled them to see around them quite distinctly.<br>
+</p>
+
+It was only a passage, wide enough for two of them to walk
+abreast--with Toto in between them--and it had a high, arched
+roof. They could not see where the light which flooded the place
+so pleasantly came from, for there were no lamps anywhere
+visible. The passage ran straight for a little way and then made
+a bend to the right and another sharp turn to the left, after
+which it went straight again. But there were no side passages, so
+they could not lose their way. <br>
+<p>After proceeding some distance, Toto, who had gone on ahead,
+began to bark loudly. They ran around a bend to see what was the
+matter and found a man sitting on the floor of the passage and
+leaning his back against the wall. He had probably been asleep
+before Toto's barks aroused him, for he was now rubbing his eyes
+and staring at the little dog with all his might.<br>
+</p>
+
+There was something about this man that Toto objected to, and
+when he slowly rose to his foot they saw what it was. He had but
+one leg, set just below the middle of his round, fat body; but it
+was a stout leg and had a broad, flat foot at the bottom of it,
+on which the man seemed to stand very well. He had never had but
+this one leg, which looked something like a pedestal, and when
+Toto ran up and made a grab at the man's ankle he hopped first
+one way and then another in a very active manner, looking so
+frightened that Scraps laughed aloud. <br>
+<p>Toto was usually a well behaved dog, but this time he was
+angry and snapped at the man's leg again and again. This filled
+the poor fellow with fear, and in hopping out of Toto's reach he
+suddenly lost his balance and tumbled heel over head upon the
+floor. When he sat up he kicked Toto on the nose and made the dog
+howl angrily, but Dorothy now ran forward and caught Toto's
+collar, holding him back.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Do you surrender?" she asked the man. <br>
+<p>"Who? Me?" asked the Hopper.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes; you," said the little girl. <br>
+<p>"Am I captured?" he inquired.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Of course. My dog has captured you," she said. <br>
+<p>"Well," replied the man, "if I'm captured I must surrender,
+for it's the proper thing to do. I like to do everything proper,
+for it saves one a lot of trouble."<br>
+</p>
+
+"It does, indeed," said Dorothy. "Please tell us who you are.
+<br>
+<p>"I'm Hip Hopper--Hip Hopper, the Champion."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Champion what?" she asked in surprise. <br>
+<p>"Champion wrestler. I'm a very strong man, and that ferocious
+animal which you are so kindly holding is the first living thing
+that has ever conquered me."<br>
+</p>
+
+"And you are a Hopper?" she continued. <br>
+<p>"Yes. My people live in a great city not far from here. Would
+you like to visit it?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm not sure," she said with hesitation. "Have you any dark
+wells in your city?" <br>
+<p>"I think not. We have wells, you know, hut they're all well
+lighted, and a well lighted well cannot well be a dark well. But
+there may be such a thing as a very dark well in the Horner
+Country, which is a black spot on the face of the earth."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Where is the Horner Country?" Ojo inquired. <br>
+<p>"The other side of the mountain. There's a fence between the
+Hopper Country and the Horner Country, and a gate in the fence;
+but you can't pass through just now, because we are at war with
+the Horners."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That's too bad," said the Scarecrow. "What seems to be the
+trouble?" <br>
+<p>"Why, one of them made a very insulting remark about my
+people. He said we were lacking in understanding, because we had
+only one leg to a person. I can't see that legs have anything to
+do with understanding things. The Homers each have two legs, just
+as you have. That's one leg too many, it seems to me."<br>
+</p>
+
+"No," declared Dorothy, "it's just the right number." <br>
+<p>"You don't need them," argued the Hopper, obstinately. "You've
+only one head, and one body, and one nose and mouth. Two legs are
+quite unnecessary, and they spoil one's shape."<br>
+</p>
+
+"But how can you walk, with only one leg?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Walk! Who wants to walk?" exclaimed the man. "Walking is a
+terribly awkward way to travel. I hop, and so do all my people.
+It's so much more graceful and agreeable than walking."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't agree with you," said the Scarecrow. "But tell me, is
+there any way to get to the Horner Country without going through
+the city of the Hoppers?" <br>
+<p>"Yes; there is another path from the rocky lowlands, outside
+the mountain, that leads straight to the entrance of the Horner
+Country. But it's a long way around, so you'd better come with
+me. Perhaps they will allow you to go through the gate; but we
+expect to conquer them this afternoon, if we get time, and then
+you may go and come as you please."<br>
+</p>
+
+They thought it best to take the Hopper's advice, and asked him
+to lead the way. This he did in a series of hops, and he moved so
+swiftly in this strange manner that those with two legs had to
+run to keep up with him. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_23">Chapter Twenty-Two</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>The Joking Horners<br>
+</p>
+
+It was not long before they left the passage and came to a great
+cave, so high that it must have reached nearly to the top of the
+mountain within which it lay. It was a magnificent cave,
+illumined by the soft, invisible light, so that everything in it
+could be plainly seen. The walls were of polished marble, white
+with veins of delicate colors running through it, and the roof
+was arched and fantastic and beautiful. <br>
+<p>Built beneath this vast dome was a pretty village--not very
+large, for there seemed not more than fifty houses
+altogether--and the dwellings were of marble and artistically
+designed. No grass nor flowers nor trees grew in this cave, so
+the yards surrounding the houses carved in designs both were
+smooth and bare and had low walls around them to mark their
+boundaries.<br>
+</p>
+
+In the streets and the yards of the houses were many people all
+having one leg growing below their bodies and all hopping here
+and there whenever they moved. Even the children stood firmly
+upon their single legs and never lost their balance. <br>
+<p>"All hail, Champion!" cried a man in the first group of
+Hoppers they met; "whom have you captured?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"No one," replied the Champion in a gloomy voice; "these
+strangers have captured me." <br>
+<p>"Then," said another, "we will rescue you, and capture them,
+for we are greater in number."<br>
+</p>
+
+"No," answered the Champion, "I can't allow it. I've surrendered,
+and it isn't polite to capture those you've surrendered to." <br>
+<p>"Never mind that," said Dorothy. "We will give you your
+liberty and set you free."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Really?" asked the Champion in joyous tones. <br>
+<p>"Yes," said the little girl; "your people may need you to help
+conquer the Horners."<br>
+</p>
+
+At this all the Hoppers looked downcast and sad. Several more had
+joined the group by this time and quite a crowd of curious men,
+women and children surrounded the strangers. <br>
+<p>"This war with our neighbors is a terrible thing," remarked
+one of the women. "Some one is almost sure to get hurt."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why do you say that, madam?" inquired the Scarecrow. <br>
+<p>"Because the horns of our enemies are sharp, and in battle
+they will try to stick those horns into our warriors," she
+replied.<br>
+</p>
+
+"How many horns do the Horners have?" asked Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"Each has one horn in the center of his fore head," was the
+answer.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh, then they're unicorns," declared the Scarecrow. <br>
+<p>"No; they're Horners. We never go to war with them if we can
+help it, on account of their dangerous horns; but this insult was
+so great and so unprovoked that our brave men decided to fight,
+in order to be revenged," said the woman.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What weapons do you fight with?" the Scarecrow asked. <br>
+<p>"We have no weapons," explained the Champion. "Whenever we
+fight the Horners, our plan is to push them back, for our arms
+are longer than theirs."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then you are better armed," said Scraps. <br>
+<p>"Yes; but they have those terrible horns, and unless we are
+careful they prick us with the points," returned the Champion
+with a shudder. "That makes a war with them dangerous, and a
+dangerous war cannot be a pleasant one."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I see very clearly," remarked the Scarecrow, "that you are going
+to have trouble in conquering those Horners--unless we help you."
+<br>
+<p>"Oh!" cried the Hoppers in a chorus; "can you help us? Please
+do! We will be greatly obliged! It would please us very much!"
+and by these exclamations the Scarecrow knew that his speech had
+met with favor.<br>
+</p>
+
+"How far is it to the Horner Country?" he asked. <br>
+<p>"Why, it's just the other side of the fence," they answered,
+and the Champion added:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Come with me, please, and I'll show you the Horners." <br>
+<p>So they followed the Champion and several others through the
+streets and just beyond the village came to a very high picket
+fence, built all of marble, which seemed to divide the great cave
+into two equal parts.<br>
+</p>
+
+But the part inhabited by the Horners was in no way as grand in
+appearance as that of the Hoppers. Instead of being marble, the
+walls and roof were of dull gray rock and the square houses were
+plainly made of the same material. But in extent the city was
+much larger than that of the Hoppers and the streets were
+thronged with numerous people who busied themselves in various
+ways. <br>
+<p>Looking through the open pickets of the fence our friends
+watched the Horners, who did not know they were being watched by
+strangers, and found them very unusual in appearance. They were
+little folks in size and had bodies round as balls and short legs
+and arms. Their heads were round, too, and they had long, pointed
+ears and a horn set in the center of the forehead. The horns did
+not seem very terrible, for they were not more than six inches
+long; but they were ivory white and sharp pointed, and no wonder
+the Hoppers feared them.<br>
+</p>
+
+The skins of the Horners were light brown, but they wore
+snow-white robes and were bare footed. Dorothy thought the most
+striking thing about them was their hair, which grew in three
+distinct colors on each and every head--red, yellow and green.
+The red was at the bottom and sometimes hung over their eyes;
+then came a broad circle of yellow and the green was at the top
+and formed a brush-shaped topknot. <br>
+<p>None of the Horners was yet aware of the presence of
+strangers, who watched the little brown people for a time and
+then went to the big gate in the center of the dividing fence. It
+was locked on both sides and over the latch was a sign
+reading:<br>
+</p>
+
+"WAR IS DECLARED" <br>
+<p>"Can't we go through?" asked Dorothy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not now," answered the Champion. <br>
+<p>"I think," said the Scarecrow, "that if I could talk with
+those Horners they would apologize to you, and then there would
+be no need to fight."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can't you talk from this side?" asked the Champion. <br>
+<p>"Not so well," replied the Scarecrow. "Do you suppose you
+could throw me over that fence? It is high, but I am very
+light."<br>
+</p>
+
+"We can try it," said the Hopper. "I am perhaps the strongest man
+in my country, so I'll undertake to do the throwing. But I won't
+promise you will land on your feet." <br>
+<p>"No matter about that," returned the Scarecrow. "Just toss me
+over and I'll be satisfied."<br>
+</p>
+
+So the Champion picked up the Scarecrow and balanced him a
+moment, to see how much he weighed, and then with all his
+strength tossed him high into the air. <br>
+<p>Perhaps if the Scarecrow had been a trifle heavier he would
+have been easier to throw and would have gone a greater distance;
+but, as it was, instead of going over the fence he landed just on
+top of it, and one of the sharp pickets caught him in the middle
+of his back and held him fast prisoner. Had he been face downward
+the Scarecrow might have managed to free himself, but lying on
+his back on the picket his hands waved in the air of the Horner
+Country while his feet kicked the air of the Hopper Country; so
+there he was.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Are you hurt?" called the Patchwork Girl anxiously. <br>
+<p>"Course not," said Dorothy. "But if he wig-gles that way he
+may tear his clothes. How can we get him down, Mr. Champion?"<br>
+</p>
+
+The Champion shook his head. <br>
+<p>"I don't know," he confessed. "If he could scare Horners as
+well as he does crows, it might be a good idea to leave him
+there."<br>
+</p>
+
+"This is terrible," said Ojo, almost ready to cry. "I s'pose it's
+because I am Ojo the Unlucky that everyone who tries to help me
+gets into trouble." <br>
+<p>"You are lucky to have anyone to help you," declared Dorothy.
+"But don't worry. We'll rescue the Scarecrow somehow."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I know how," announced Scraps. "Here, Mr. Champion; just throw
+me up to the Scarecrow. I'm nearly as light as he is, and when
+I'm on top the fence I'll pull our friend off the picket and toss
+him down to you." <br>
+<p>"All right," said the Champion, and he picked up the Patchwork
+Girl and threw her in the same manner he had the Scarecrow. He
+must have used more strength this time, however, for Scraps
+sailed far over the top of the fence and, without being able to
+grab the Scarecrow at all, tumbled to the ground in the Horner
+Country, where her stuffed body knocked over two men and a woman
+and made a crowd that had collected there run like rabbits to get
+away from her.<br>
+</p>
+
+Seeing the next moment that she was harmless, the people slowly
+returned and gathered around the Patchwork Girl, regarding her
+with astonishment. One of them wore a jeweled star in his hair,
+just above his horn, and this seemed a person of importance. He
+spoke for the rest of his people, who treated him with great
+respect. <br>
+<p>"Who are you, Unknown Being?" he asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Scraps," she said, rising to her feet and patting her cotton
+wadding smooth where it had bunched up. <br>
+<p>"And where did you come from?" he continued.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Over the fence. Don't be silly. There's no other place I could
+have come from," she replied. <br>
+<p>He looked at her thoughtfully.<br>
+</p>
+
+"You are not a Hopper," said he, "for you have two legs. They're
+not very well shaped, but they are two in number. And that
+strange creature on top the fence--why doesn't he stop
+kicking?--must be your brother, or father, or son, for he also
+has two legs." <br>
+<p>"You must have been to visit the Wise Donkey," said Scraps,
+laughing so merrily that the crowd smiled with her, in sympathy.
+"But that reminds me, Captain--or King--"<br>
+</p>
+
+"I am Chief of the Horners, and my name is Jak." <br>
+<p>"Of course; Little Jack Horner; I might have known it. But the
+reason I volplaned over the fence was so I could have a talk with
+you about the Hoppers."<br>
+</p>
+
+"What about the Hoppers?" asked the Chief, frowning. <br>
+<p>"You've insulted them, and you'd better beg their pardon,"
+said Scraps. "If you don't, they'll probably hop over here and
+conquer you.<br>
+</p>
+
+"We're not afraid--as long as the gate is locked," declared the
+Chief. "And we didn't insult them at all. One of us made a joke
+that the stupid Hoppers couldn't see." <br>
+<p>The Chief smiled as he said this and the smile made his face
+look quite jolly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What was the joke?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"A Horner said they have less understanding than we, because
+they've only one leg. Ha, ha! You see the point, don't you? If
+you stand on your legs, and your legs are under you, then--ha,
+ha, ha!-then your legs are your under-standing. Hee, bee, hee!
+Ho, ho! My, but that's a fine joke. And the stupid Hoppers
+couldn't see it! They couldn't see that with only one leg they
+must have less under-standing than we who have two legs. Ha, ha,
+ha! Hee, bee! Ho, ho!" The Chief wiped the tears of laughter from
+his eyes with the bottom hem of his white robe, and all the other
+Horners wiped their eyes on their robes, for they had laughed
+just as heartily as their Chief at the absurd joke.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Then," said Scraps, "their understanding of the understanding
+you meant led to the misunderstanding." <br>
+<p>"Exactly; and so there's no need for us to apologize,"
+returned the Chief.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No need for an apology, perhaps, but much need for an
+explanation," said Scraps decidedly. "You don't want war, do
+you?" <br>
+<p>"Not if we can help it," admitted Jak Horner. "The question
+is, who's going to explain the joke to the Horners? You know it
+spoils any joke to be obliged to explain it, and this is the best
+joke I ever heard."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Who made the joke?" asked Scraps. <br>
+<p>"Diksey Horner. He is working in the mines, just now, but
+he'll be home before long. Suppose we wait and talk with him
+about it? Maybe he'll be willing to explain his joke to the
+Hoppers."<br>
+</p>
+
+"All right," said Scraps. "I'll wait, if Diksey isn't too long."
+<br>
+<p>"No, he's short; he's shorter than I am. Ha, ha, ha! Say!
+that's a better joke than Diksey's. He won't be too long, because
+he's short. Hee, hee, ho!"<br>
+</p>
+
+The other Horners who were standing by roared with laughter and
+seemed to like their Chief's joke as much as he did. Scraps
+thought it was odd that they could be so easily amused, but
+decided there could be little harm in people who laughed so
+merrily. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_24">Chapter Twenty-Three</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>Peace Is Declared<br>
+</p>
+
+"Come with me to my dwelling and I'll introduce you to my
+daughters," said the Chief. "We're bringing them up according to
+a book of rules that was written by one of our leading old
+bachelors, and everyone says they're a remarkable lot of girls."
+<br>
+<p>So Scraps accompanied him along the street to a house that
+seemed on the outside exceptionally grimy and dingy. The streets
+of this city were not paved nor had any attempt been made to
+beautify the houses or their surroundings, and having noticed
+this condition Scraps was astonished when the Chief ushered her
+into his home.<br>
+</p>
+
+Here was nothing grimy or faded, indeed. On the contrary, the
+room was of dazzling brilliance and beauty, for it was lined
+throughout with an exquisite metal that resembled translucent
+frosted silver. The surface of this metal was highly ornamented
+in raised designs representing men, animals, flowers and trees,
+and from the metal itself was radiated the soft light which
+flooded the room. All the furniture was made of the same glorious
+metal, and Scraps asked what it was. <br>
+<p>"That's radium," answered the Chief. "We Horners spend all our
+time digging radium from the mines under this mountain, and we
+use it to decorate our homes and make them pretty and cosy. It is
+a medicine, too, and no one can ever be sick who lives near
+radium."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Have you plenty of it?" asked the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>"More than we can use. All the houses in this city are
+decorated with it, just the same as mine is."<br>
+</p>
+
+don't you use it on your streets, then, and the outside of your
+houses, to make them as pretty as they are within?" she inquired.
+<br>
+<p>"Outside? Who cares for the outside of anything?" asked the
+Chief. "We Horners don't live on the outside of our homes; we
+live inside. Many people are like those stupid Hoppers, who love
+to make an outside show. I suppose you strangers thought their
+city more beautiful than ours, because you judged from
+appearances and they have handsome marble houses and marble
+streets; but if you entered one of their stiff dwellings you
+would find it bare and uncomfortable, as all their show is on the
+outside. They have an idea that what is not seen by others is not
+important, but with us the rooms we live in are our chief delight
+and care, and we pay no attention to outside show."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Seems to me," said Scraps, musingly, "it would be better to make
+it all pretty--inside and out." <br>
+<p>"Seems? Why, you're all seams, my girl!" said the Chief; and
+then he laughed heartily at his latest joke and a chorus of small
+voices echoed the chorus with "tee-hee-hee! ha, ha!"<br>
+</p>
+
+Scraps turned around and found a row of girls seated in radium
+chairs ranged along one wall of the room. There were nineteen of
+them, by actual count, and they were of all sizes from a tiny
+child to one almost a grown woman. All were neatly dressed in
+spotless white robes and had brown skins, horns on their
+foreheads and threecolored hair. <br>
+<p>"These," said the Chief, "are my sweet daughters. My dears, I
+introduce to you Miss Scraps Patchwork, a lady who is traveling
+in foreign parts to increase her store of wisdom."<br>
+</p>
+
+The nineteen Horner girls all arose and made a polite curtsey,
+after which they resumed their seats and rearranged their robes
+properly. <br>
+<p>"Why do they sit so still, and all in a row?" asked
+Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Because it is ladylike and proper," replied the Chief. <br>
+<p>"But some are just children, poor things! Don't they ever run
+around and play and laugh, and have a good time?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"No, indeed," said the Chief. "That would he improper in young
+ladies, as well as in those who will sometime become young
+ladies. My daughters are being brought up according to the rules
+and regulations laid down by a leading bachelor who has given the
+subject much study and is himself a man of taste and culture.
+Politeness is his great hobby, and he claims that if a child is
+allowed to do an impolite thing one cannot expect the grown
+person to do anything better." <br>
+<p>"Is it impolite to romp and shout and be jolly?" asked
+Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Well, sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't," replied the
+Horner, after considering the question. "By curbing such
+inclinations in my daughters we keep on the safe side. Once in a
+while I make a good joke, as you have heard, and then I permit my
+daughters to laugh decorously; but they are never allowed to make
+a joke themselves." <br>
+<p>"That old bachelor who made the rules ought to be skinned
+alive!" declared Scraps, and would have said more on the subject
+had not the door opened to admit a little Horner man whom the
+Chief introduced as Diksey.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What's up, Chief?" asked Diksey, winking nineteen times at the
+nineteen girls, who demurely cast down their eyes because their
+father was looking. <br>
+<p>The Chief told the man that his joke had not been understood
+by the dull Hoppers, who had become so angry that they had
+declared war. So the only way to avoid a terrible battle was to
+explain the joke so they could understand it.<br>
+</p>
+
+"All right," replied Diksey, who seemed a goodnatured man; "I'll
+go at once to the fence and explain. I don't want any war with
+the Hoppers, for wars between nations always cause hard
+feelings." <br>
+<p>So the Chief and Diksey and Scraps left the house and went
+back to the marble picket fence. The Scarecrow was still stuck on
+the top of his picket but had now ceased to struggle. On the
+other side of the fence were Dorothy and Ojo, looking between the
+pickets; and there, also, were the Champion and many other
+Hoppers.<br>
+</p>
+
+Diksey went close to the fence and said: <br>
+<p>"My good Hoppers, I wish to explain that what I said about you
+was a joke. You have but one leg each, and we have two legs each.
+Our legs are under us, whether one or two, and we stand on them.
+So, when I said you had less understanding than we, I did not
+mean that you had less understanding, you understand, but that
+you had less standundering, so to speak. Do you understand
+that?"<br>
+</p>
+
+The Hoppers thought it over carefully. Then one said: <br>
+<p>"That is clear enough; but where does the joke come in?'"<br>
+</p>
+
+Dorothy laughed, for she couldn't help it, although all the
+others were solemn enough. <br>
+<p>"I'll tell you where the joke comes in," she said, and took
+the Hoppers away to a distance, where the Horners could not hear
+them. "You know," she then explained, "those neighbors of yours
+are not very bright, poor things, and what they think is a joke
+isn't a joke at all--it's true, don't you see?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"True that we have less understanding?" asked the Champion. <br>
+<p>"Yes; it's true because you don't understand such a poor joke;
+if you did, you'd be no wiser than they are."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ah, yes; of course," they answered, looking very wise. <br>
+<p>"So I'll tell you what to do," continued Dorothy. "Laugh at
+their poor joke and tell 'em it's pretty good for a Horner. Then
+they won't dare say you have less understanding, because you
+understand as much as they do."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Hoppers looked at one another questioningly and blinked their
+eyes and tried to think what it all meant; but they couldn't
+figure it out. <br>
+<p>"What do you think, Champion?" asked one of them.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I think it is dangerous to think of this thing any more than we
+can help," he replied. "Let us do as this girl says and laugh
+with the Horners, so as to make them believe we see the joke.
+Then there will be peace again and no need to fight." <br>
+<p>They readily agreed to this and returned to the fence laughing
+as loud and as hard as they could, although they didn't feel like
+laughing a bit. The Horners were much surprised.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That's a fine joke--for a Horner--and we are much pleased with
+it," said the Champion, speaking between the pickets. "But please
+don't do it again." <br>
+<p>"I won't," promised Diksey. "If I think of another such joke
+I'll try to forget it."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Good!" cried the Chief Horner. "The war is over and peace is
+declared." <br>
+<p>There was much joyful shouting on both sides of the fence and
+the gate was unlocked and thrown wide open, so that Scraps was
+able to rejoin her friends.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What about the Scarecrow?" she asked Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"We must get him down, somehow or other," was the reply.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Perhaps the Horners can find a way," suggested Ojo. So they all
+went through the gate and Dorothy asked the Chief Horner how they
+could get the Scarecrow off the fence. The Chief didn't know how,
+but Diksey said: <br>
+<p>"A ladder's the thing."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Have you one?" asked Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"To be sure. We use ladders in our mines," said he. Then he
+ran away to get the ladder, and while he was gone the Horners
+gathered around and welcomed the strangers to their country, for
+through them a great war had been avoided.<br>
+</p>
+
+In a little while Diksey came back with a tall ladder which he
+placed against the fence. Ojo at once climbed to the top of the
+ladder and Dorothy went about halfway up and Scraps stood at the
+foot of it. Toto ran around it and barked. Then Ojo pulled the
+Scarecrow away from the picket and passed him down to Dorothy,
+who in turn lowered him to the Patchwork Girl. <br>
+<p>As soon as he was on his feet and standing on solid ground the
+Scarecrow said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Much obliged. I feel much better. I'm not stuck on that picket
+any more." <br>
+<p>The Horners began to laugh, thinking this was a joke, but the
+Scarecrow shook himself and<br>
+</p>
+
+patted his straw a little and said to Dorothy: "Is there much of
+a hole in my back?" <br>
+<p>The little girl examined him carefully.<br>
+</p>
+
+"There's quite a hole," she said. "But I've got a needle and
+thread in the knapsack and I'll sew you up again." <br>
+<p>"Do so," he begged earnestly, and again the Hoppers laughed,
+to the Scarecrow's great annoyance.<br>
+</p>
+
+While Dorothy was sewing up the hole in the straw man's back
+Scraps examined the other parts of him. <br>
+<p>"One of his legs is ripped, too!" she exclaimed.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oho!" cried little Diksey; "that's bad. Give him the needle and
+thread and let him mend his ways." <br>
+<p>"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Chief, and the other Homers at once
+roared with laughter.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What's funny?" inquired the Scarecrow sternly. <br>
+<p>"Don't you see?" asked Diksey, who had laughed even harder
+than the others. "That's a joke. It's by odds the best joke I
+ever made. You walk with your legs, and so that's the way you
+walk, and your legs are the ways. See? So, when you mend your
+legs, you mend your ways. Ho, ho, ho! hee, hee! I'd no idea I
+could make such a fine joke!"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Just wonderful!" echoed the Chief. "How do you manage to do it,
+Diksey?" <br>
+<p>"I don't know," said Diksey modestly. "Perhaps it's the
+radium, but I rather think it's my splendid intellect."<br>
+</p>
+
+If you don't quit it," the Scarecrow told him, "there'll be a
+worse war than the one you've escaped from." <br>
+<p>Ojo had been deep in thought, and now he asked the Chief: "Is
+there a dark well in any part of your country?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"A dark well? None that ever I heard of," was the answer. <br>
+<p>"Oh, yes," said Diksey, who overheard the boy's question.
+"There's a very dark well down in my radium mine."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Is there any water in it?" Ojo eagerly asked. <br>
+<p>"Can't say; I've never looked to see. But we can find
+out."<br>
+</p>
+
+So, as soon as the Scarecrow was mended, they decided to go with
+Diksey to the mine. When Dorothy had patted the straw man into
+shape again he declared he felt as good as new and equal to
+further adventures. <br>
+<p>"Still," said he, "I prefer not to do picket duty again. High
+life doesn't seem to agree with my constitution." And then they
+hurried away to escape the laughter of the Homers, who thought
+this was another joke.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_25">Chapter Twenty-Four</h1>
+
+<br>
+Ojo Finds the Darkwell <br>
+<p>They now followed Diksey to the farther end of the great cave,
+beyond the Horner city, where there were several round, dark
+holes leading into the ground in a slanting direction. Diksey
+went to one of these holes and said:<br>
+</p>
+
+"Here is the mine in which lies the dark well you are seeking.
+Follow me and step care fully and I'll lead you to the place."
+<br>
+<p>He went in first and after him came Ojo, and then Dorothy,
+with the Scarecrow behind her. The Patchwork Girl entered last of
+all, for Toto kept close beside his little mistress.<br>
+</p>
+
+A few steps beyond the mouth of the opening it was pitch dark.
+"You won't lose your way, though," said the Homer, "for there's
+only one way to go. The mine's mine and I know every step of the
+way. How's that for a joke, eh? The mine's mine." Then he
+chuckled gleefully as they followed him silently down the steep
+slant. The hole was just big enough to permit them to walk
+upright, although the Scarecrow, being much the taller of the
+party, often had to bend his head to keep from hitting the top.
+<br>
+<p>The floor of the tunnel was difficult to walk upon because it
+had been worn smooth as glass, and pretty soon Scraps, who was
+some distance behind the others, slipped and fell head foremost.
+At once she began to slide downward, so swiftly that when she
+came to the Scarecrow she knocked him off his feet and sent him
+tumbling against Dorothy, who tripped up Ojo. The boy fell
+against the Horner, so that all went tumbling down the slide in a
+regular mix-up, unable to see where they were going because of
+the darkness.<br>
+</p>
+
+Fortunately, when they reached the bottom the Scarecrow and
+Scraps were in front, and the others bumped against them, so that
+no one was hurt. They found themselves in a vast cave which was
+dimly lighted by the tiny grains of radium that lay scattered
+among the loose rocks. <br>
+<p>"Now," said Diksey, when they had all re gained their feet, "I
+will show you where the dark well is. This is a big place, but if
+we hold fast to each other we won't get lost."<br>
+</p>
+
+They took hold of hands and the Homer led them into a dark
+corner, where he halted. <br>
+<p>"Be careful," said he warningly. "The well is at your
+feet."<br>
+</p>
+
+"All right," replied Ojo, and kneeling down he felt in the well
+with his hand and found that it contained a quantity of water.
+"Where's the gold flask, Dorothy?" he asked, and the little girl
+handed him the flask, which she had brought with her. <br>
+<p>Ojo knelt again and by feeling carefully in the dark managed
+to fill the flask with the unseen water that was in the well.
+Then he screwed the top of the flask firmly in place and put the
+precious water in his pocket.<br>
+</p>
+
+"All right!" he said again, in a glad voice; "now we can go
+back." <br>
+<p>They returned to the mouth of the tunnel and began to creep
+cautiously up the incline. This time they made Scraps stay
+behind, for fear she would slip again; but they all managed to
+get up in safety and the Munchkin boy was very happy when he
+stood in the Horner city and realized that the water from the
+dark well, which he and his friends had traveled so far to
+secure, was safe in his jacket pocket.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_26">Chapter Twenty-Five</h1>
+
+<br>
+They Bribe the Lazy Quadling <br>
+<p>"Now," said Dorothy, as they stood on the mountain path,
+having left behind them the cave in which dwelt the Hoppers and
+the Horners, "I think we must find a road into the Country of the
+Winkies, for there is where Ojo wants to go next."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Is there such a road?" asked the Scarecrow. <br>
+<p>"I don't know," she replied. "I s'pose we can go back the way
+we came, to Jack Pumpkinhead's house, and then turn into the
+Winkie Country; but that seems like running 'round a haystack,
+doesn't it?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," said the Scarecrow. "What is the next thing Ojo must get?"
+<br>
+<p>"A yellow butterfly," answered the boy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That means the Winkie Country, all right, for it's the yellow
+country of Oz," remarked Dorothy. "I think, Scarecrow, we ought
+to take him to the Tin Woodman, for he's the Emp'ror of the
+Winkies and will help us to find what Ojo wants." <br>
+<p>"Of course," replied the Scarecrow, brightening at the
+suggestion. "The Tin Woodman will do anything we ask him, for
+he's one of my dearest friends. I believe we can take a crosscut
+into his country and so get to his castle a day sooner than if we
+travel back the way we came."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I think so, too," said the girl; "and that means we must keep to
+the left." <br>
+<p>They were obliged to go down the mountain before they found
+any path that led in the direction they wanted to go, but among
+the tumbled rocks at the foot of the mountain was a faint trail
+which they decided to follow. Two or three hours walk along this
+trail brought them to a clear, level country, where there were a
+few farms and some scattered houses. But they knew they were
+still in the Country of the Quadlings, because everything had a
+bright red color. Not that the trees and grasses were red, but
+the fences and houses were painted that color and all the
+wild-flowers that bloomed by the wayside had red blossoms. This
+part of the Quadling Country seemed peaceful and prosperous, if
+rather lonely, and the road was more distinct and easier to
+follow.<br>
+</p>
+
+But just as they were congratulating themselves upon the progress
+they had made they came upon a broad river which swept along
+between high banks, and here the road ended and there was no
+bridge of any sort to allow them to cross. <br>
+<p>"This is queer," mused Dorothy, looking at the water
+reflectively. "Why should there be any road, if the river stops
+everyone walking along it?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Wow!" said Toto, gazing earnestly into her face. <br>
+<p>"That's the best answer you'll get," declared the Scarecrow,
+with his comical smile, "for no one knows any more than Toto
+about this road."<br>
+</p>
+
+Said Scraps: <br>
+<p>"Ev'ry time I see a river, I have chills that make me shiver,
+For I never can forget All the water's very wet. If my patches
+get a soak It will be a sorry joke; So to swim I'll never try
+Till I find the water dry."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Try to control yourself, Scraps," said Ojo; you re getting crazy
+again. No one intends to swim that river." <br>
+<p>"No," decided Dorothy, "we couldn't swim it if we tried. It's
+too big a river, and the water moves awful fast."<br>
+</p>
+
+"There ought to be a ferryman with a boat," said the Scarecrow;
+"but I don't see any." <br>
+<p>"Couldn't we make a raft?" suggested Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"There's nothing to make one of," answered Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"Wow!" said Toto again, and Dorothy saw he was looking along
+the bank of the river.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, he sees a house over there!" cried the little girl. "I
+wonder we didn't notice it ourselves. Let's go and ask the people
+how to get 'cross the river." <br>
+<p>A quarter of a mile along the bank stood a small, round house,
+painted bright red, and as it was on their side of the river they
+hurried toward it. A chubby little man, dressed all in red, came
+out to greet them, and with him were two children, also in red
+costumes. The man's eyes were big and staring as he examined the
+Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl, and the children shyly hid
+behind him and peeked timidly at Toto.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Do you live here, my good man?" asked the Scarecrow. <br>
+<p>"I think I do, Most Mighty Magician," replied the Quadling,
+bowing low; "but whether I'm awake or dreaming I can't be
+positive, so I'm not sure where I live. If you'll kindly pinch me
+I'll find out all about it!'<br>
+</p>
+
+"You're awake," said Dorothy, "and this is no magician, but just
+the Scarecrow." <br>
+<p>"But he's alive," protested the man, "and he oughtn't to be,
+you know. And that other dreadful person--the girl who is all
+patches--seems to be alive, too."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Very much so," declared Scraps, making a face at him. "But that
+isn't your affair, you know." <br>
+<p>"I've a right to be surprised, haven't I?" asked the man
+meekly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm not sure; but anyhow you've no right to say I'm dreadful.
+The Scarecrow, who is a gentleman of great wisdom, thinks I'm
+beautiful," retorted Scraps. <br>
+<p>"Never mind all that," said Dorothy. "Tell us, good Quadling,
+how we can get across the river."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I don't know," replied the Quadling. <br>
+<p>"Don't you ever cross it?" asked the girl.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Never." <br>
+<p>"Don't travelers cross it?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not to my knowledge," said he. <br>
+<p>They were much surprised to hear this, and the man added:
+"It's a pretty big river, and the current is strong. I know a man
+who lives on the opposite bank, for I've seen him there a good
+many years; but we've never spoken because neither of us has ever
+crossed over."<br>
+</p>
+
+"That's queer," said the Scarecrow. "Don't you own a boat?" <br>
+<p>The man shook his head.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Nor a raft?" <br>
+<p>"Where does this river go to?" asked Dorothy.<br>
+</p>
+
+"That way," answered the man, pointing with one hand, "it goes
+into the Country of the Winkies, which is ruled by the Tin
+Emperor, who must be a mighty magician because he's all made of
+tin, and yet he's alive. And that way," pointing with the other
+hand, "the river runs between two mountains where dangerous
+people dwell." <br>
+<p>The Scarecrow looked at the water before them.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The current flows toward the Winkie Country"' said he; "and so,
+if we had a boat, or a raft, the river would float us there more
+quickly and more easily than we could walk." <br>
+<p>"That is true," agreed Dorothy; and then they all looked
+thoughtful and wondered what could be done.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why can't the man make us a raft?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Will you?" inquired Dorothy, turning to the Quadling.<br>
+</p>
+
+The chubby man shook his head. <br>
+<p>"I'm too lazy," he said. "My wife says I'm the laziest man in
+all Oz, and she is a truthful woman. I hate work of any kind, and
+making a raft is hard work."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'll give you my em'rald ring," promised the girl. <br>
+<p>"No; I don't care for emeralds. If it were a ruby, which is
+the color I like best, I might work a little while."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I've got some Square Meal Tablets," said the Scarecrow. "Each
+one is the same as a dish of soup, a fried fish, a mutton
+pot-pie, lobster salad, charlotte russe and lemon jelly--all made
+into one little tablet that you can swallow without trouble."
+<br>
+<p>"Without trouble!" exclaimed the Quadling, much interested;
+"then those tablets would be fine for a lazy man. It's such hard
+work to chew when you eat."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'll give you six of those tablets if you'll help us make a
+raft," promised the Scarecrow. "They're a combination of food
+which people who eat are very fond of. I never eat, you know,
+being straw; but some of my friends eat regularly. What do you
+say to my offer, Quadling?" <br>
+<p>"I'll do it," decided the man. "I'll help, and you can do most
+of the work. But my wife has gone fishing for red eels to-day, so
+some of you will have to mind the children."<br>
+</p>
+
+Scraps promised to do that, and the children were not so shy when
+the Patchwork Girl sat down to play with them. They grew to like
+Toto, too, and the little dog allowed them to pat him on his
+head, which gave the little ones much joy. <br>
+<p>There were a number of fallen trees near the house and the
+Quadling got his axe and chopped them into logs of equal length.
+He took his wife's clothesline to bind these logs together, so
+that they would form a raft, and Ojo found some strips of wood
+and nailed them along the tops of the logs, to render them more
+firm. The Scarecrow and Dorothy helped roll the logs together and
+carry the strips of wood, but it took so long to make the raft
+that evening came just as it was finished, and with evening the
+Quadling's wife returned from her fishing.<br>
+</p>
+
+The woman proved to be cross and bad-tempered, perhaps because
+she had only caught one red eel during all the day. When she
+found that her husband had used her clothesline, and the logs she
+had wanted for firewood, and the boards she had intended to mend
+the shed with, and a lot of gold nails, she became very angry.
+Scraps wanted to shake the woman, to make her behave, but Dorothy
+talked to her in a gentle tone and told the Quadling's wife she
+was a Princess of Oz and a friend of Ozma and that when she got
+back to the Emerald City she would send them a lot of things to
+repay them for the raft, including a new clothesline. This
+promise pleased the woman and she soon became more pleasant,
+saying they could stay the night at her house and begin their
+voyage on the river next morning. <br>
+<p>This they did, spending a pleasant evening with the Quadling
+family and being entertained with such hospitality as the poor
+people were able to offer them. The man groaned a good deal and
+said he had overworked himself by chopping the logs, but the
+Scarecrow gave him two more tablets than he had promised, which
+seemed to comfort the lazy fellow.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<h1 id="ref_27">Chapter Twenty-Six</h1>
+
+<br>
+The Trick River <br>
+<p>Next morning they pushed the raft into the water and all got
+aboard. The Quadling man had to hold the log craft fast while
+they took their places, and the flow of the river was so powerful
+that it nearly tore the raft from his hands. As soon as they were
+all seated upon the logs he let go and away it floated and the
+adventurers had begun their voyage toward the Winkie Country.<br>
+</p>
+
+The little house of the Quadlings was out of sight almost before
+they had cried their goodbyes, and the Scarecrow said in a
+pleased voice: "It won't take us long to get to the Winkie
+Country, at this rate." <br>
+<p>They had floated several miles down the stream and were
+enjoying the ride when suddenly the raft slowed up, stopped
+short, and then began to float back the way it had come.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why, what's wrong?" asked Dorothy, in astonishment; but they
+were all just as bewildered as she was and at first no one could
+answer the question. Soon, however, they realized the truth: that
+the current of the river had reversed and the water was now
+flowing in the opposite direction-toward the mountains. <br>
+<p>They began to recognize the scenes they had passed, and by and
+by they came in sight of the little house of the Quadlings again.
+The man was standing on the river bank and he called to them:<br>
+</p>
+
+"How do you do? Glad to see you again. I forgot to tell you that
+the river changes its direction every little while. Sometimes it
+flows one way, and sometimes the other." <br>
+<p>They had no time to answer him, for the raft was swept past
+the house and a long distance on the other side of it.<br>
+</p>
+
+"We're going just the way we don't want to go," said Dorothy,
+"and I guess the best thing we can do is to get to land before
+we're carried any farther." <br>
+<p>But they could not get to land. They had no oars, nor even a
+pole to guide the raft with. The logs which bore them floated in
+the middle of the stream and were held fast in that position by
+the strong current.<br>
+</p>
+
+So they sat still and waited and, even while they were wondering
+what could be done, the raft slowed down, stopped, and began
+drifting the other way--in the direction it had first followed.
+After a time they repassed the Quadling house and the man was
+still standing on the bank. He cried out to them: <br>
+<p>"Good day! Glad to see you again. I expect I shall see you a
+good many times, as you go by, unless you happen to swim
+ashore."<br>
+</p>
+
+By that time they had left him behind and were headed once more
+straight toward the Winkie Country. <br>
+<p>"This is pretty hard luck," said Ojo in a discouraged voice.
+"The Trick River keeps changing, it seems, and here we must float
+back and forward forever, unless we manage in some way to get
+ashore."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Can you swim?" asked Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"No; I'm Ojo the Unlucky."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Neither can I. Toto can swim a little, but that won't help us to
+get to shore." <br>
+<p>"I don't know whether I could swim, or not," remarked Scraps;
+"but if I tried it I'd surely ruin my lovely patches."<br>
+</p>
+
+"My straw would get soggy in the water and I would sink," said
+the Scarecrow. <br>
+<p>So there seemed no way out of their dilemma and being helpless
+they simply sat still. Ojo, who was on the front of the raft,
+looked over into the water and thought he saw some large fishes
+swimming about. He found a loose end of the clothesline which
+fastened the logs together, and taking a gold nail from his
+pocket he bent it nearly double, to form a hook, and tied it to
+the end of the line. Having baited the hook with some bread which
+he broke from his loaf, he dropped the line into the water and
+almost instantly it was seized by a great fish.<br>
+</p>
+
+They knew it was a great fish, because it pulled so hard on the
+line that it dragged the raft forward even faster than the
+current of the river had carried it. The fish was frightened, and
+it was a strong swimmer. As the other end of the clothesline was
+bound around the logs he could not get it away, and as he had
+greedily swallowed the gold hook at the first bite he could not
+get rid of that, either. <br>
+<p>When they reached the place where the current had before
+changed, the fish was still swimming ahead in its wild attempt to
+escape. The raft slowed down, yet it did not stop, because the
+fish would not let it. It continued to move in the same direction
+it had been going. As the current reversed and rushed backward on
+its course it failed to drag the raft with it. Slowly, inch by
+inch, they floated on, and the fish tugged and tugged and kept
+them going.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I hope he won't give up," said Ojo anxiously. "If the fish can
+hold out until the current changes again, we'll be all right."
+<br>
+<p>The fish did not give up, but held the raft bravely on its
+course, till at last the water in the river shifted again and
+floated them the way they wanted to go. But now the captive fish
+found its strength failing. Seeking a refuge, it began to drag
+the raft toward the shore. As they did not wish to land in this
+place the boy cut the rope with his pocket-knife and set the fish
+free, just in time to prevent the raft from grounding.<br>
+</p>
+
+The next time the river backed up the Scarecrow managed to seize
+the branch of a tree that overhung the water and they all
+assisted him to hold fast and prevent the raft from being carried
+backward. While they waited here, Ojo spied a long broken branch
+lying upon the bank, so he leaped ashore and got it. When he had
+stripped off the side shoots he believed he could use the branch
+as a pole, to guide the raft in case of emergency. <br>
+<p>They clung to the tree until they found the water flowing the
+right way, when they let go and permitted the raft to resume its
+voyage. In spite of these pauses they were really making good
+progress toward the Winkie Country and having found a way to
+conquer the adverse current their spirits rose considerably. They
+could see little of the country through which they were passing,
+because of the high banks, and they met with no boats or other
+craft upon the surface of the river.<br>
+</p>
+
+Once more the trick river reversed its current, but this time the
+Scarecrow was on guard and used the pole to push the raft toward
+a big rock which lay in the water. He believed the rock would
+prevent their floating backward with the current, and so it did.
+They clung to this anchorage until the water resumed its proper
+direction, when they allowed the raft to drift on. <br>
+<p>Floating around a bend they saw ahead a high bank of water,
+extending across the entire river, and toward this they were
+being irresistibly carried. There being no way to arrest the
+progress of the raft they clung fast to the logs and let the
+river sweep them on. Swiftly the raft climbed the bank of water
+and slid down on the other side, plunging its edge deep into the
+water and drenching them all with spray.<br>
+</p>
+
+As again the raft righted and drifted on, Dorothy and Ojo laughed
+at the ducking they had received; but Scraps was much dismayed
+and the Scarecrow took out his handkerchief and wiped the water
+off the Patchwork Girl's patches as well as he was able to. The
+sun soon dried her and the colors of her patches proved good, for
+they did not run together nor did they fade. <br>
+<p>After passing the wall of water the current did not change or
+flow backward any more but continued to sweep them steadily
+forward. The banks of the river grew lower, too, permitting them
+to see more of the country, and presently they discovered yellow
+buttercups and dandelions growing amongst the grass, from which
+evidence they knew they had reached the Winkie Country.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Don't you think we ought to land?" Dorothy asked the Scarecrow.
+<br>
+<p>"Pretty soon," he replied. "The Tin Woodman's castle is in the
+southern part of the Winkie Country, and so it can't be a great
+way from here."<br>
+</p>
+
+Fearing they might drift too far, Dorothy and Ojo now stood up
+and raised the Scarecrow in their arms, as high as they could,
+thus allowing him a good view of the country. For a time he saw
+nothing he recognized, but finally he cried: <br>
+<p>"There it is! There it is!"<br>
+</p>
+
+"What?" asked Dorothy. <br>
+<p>"The Tin Woodman's tin castle. I can see its turrets
+glittering in the sun. It's quite a way off, but we'd better land
+as quickly as we can."<br>
+</p>
+
+They let him down and began to urge the raft toward the shore by
+means of the pole. It obeyed very well, for the current was more
+sluggish now, and soon they had reached the bank and landed
+safely. <br>
+<p>The Winkie Country was really beautiful, and across the fields
+they could see afar the silvery sheen of the tin castle. With
+light hearts they hurried toward it, being fully rested by their
+long ride on the river.<br>
+</p>
+
+By and by they began to cross an immense field of splendid yellow
+lilies, the delicate fragrance of which was very delightful. <br>
+<p>"How beautiful they are!" cried Dorothy, stopping to admire
+the perfection of these exquisite flowers.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," said the Scarecrow, reflectively, "but we must be careful
+not to crush or injure any of these lilies." <br>
+<p>"Why not?" asked Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The Tin Woodman is very kind-hearted," was the reply, "and he
+hates to see any living thing hurt in any way. <br>
+<p>"Are flowers alive?" asked Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes, of course. And these flowers belong to the Tin Woodman. So,
+in order not to offend him, we must not tread on a single
+blossom." <br>
+<p>"Once," said Dorothy, "the Tin Woodman stepped on a beetle and
+killed the little creature. That made him very unhappy and he
+cried until his tears rusted his joints, so he couldn't move
+'em."<br>
+</p>
+
+"What did he do then?" asked Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Put oil on them, until the joints worked smooth again.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Oh!" exclaimed the boy, as if a great discovery had flashed
+across his mind. But he did not tell anybody what the discovery
+was and kept the idea to himself. <br>
+<p>It was a long walk, but a pleasant one, and they did not mind
+it a bit. Late in the afternoon they drew near to the wonderful
+tin castle of the Emperor of the Winkies, and Ojo and Scraps, who
+had never seen it before, were filled with amazement.<br>
+</p>
+
+Tin abounded in the Winkie Country and the Winkies were said to
+be the most skillful tinsmiths in all the world. So the Tin
+Woodman had employed them in building his magnificent castle,
+which was all of tin, from the ground to the tallest turret, and
+so brightly polished that it glittered in the sun's rays more
+gorgeously than silver. Around the grounds of the castle ran a
+tin wall, with tin gates; but the gates stood wide open because
+the Emperor had no enemies to disturb him. <br>
+<p>When they entered the spacious grounds our travelers found
+more to admire. Tin fountains sent sprays of clear water far into
+the air and there were many beds of tin flowers, all as perfectly
+formed as any natural flowers might be. There were tin trees,
+too, and here and there shady bowers of tin, with tin benches and
+chairs to sit upon. Also, on the sides of the pathway leading up
+to the front door of the castle, were rows of tin statuary, very
+cleverly executed. Among these Ojo recognized statues of Dorothy,
+Toto, the Scarecrow, the Wizard, the Shaggy Man, Jack Pumpkinhead
+and Ozma, all standing upon neat pedestals of tin.<br>
+</p>
+
+Toto was well acquainted with the residence of the Tin Woodman
+and, being assured a joyful welcome, he ran ahead and barked so
+loudly at the front door that the Tin Woodman heard him and came
+out in person to see if it were really his old friend Toto. Next
+moment the tin man had clasped the Scarecrow in a warm embrace
+and then turned to hug Dorothy. But now his eye was arrested by
+the strange sight of the Patchwork Girl, and he gazed upon her in
+mingled wonder and admiration. <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_28">Chapter Twenty-Seven</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>The Tin Woodman Objects<br>
+</p>
+
+The Tin Woodman was one of the most important personages in all
+Oz. Though Emperor of the Winkies, he owed allegiance to Ozma,
+who ruled all the land, and the girl and the tin man were warm
+personal friends. He was something of a dandy and kept his tin
+body brilliantly polished and his tin joints well oiled. Also he
+was very courteous in manner and so kind and gentle that everyone
+loved him. The Emperor greeted Ojo and Scraps with cordial
+hospitality and ushered the entire party into his handsome tin
+parlor, where all the furniture and pictures were made of tin.
+The walls were paneled with tin and from the tin ceiling hung tin
+chandeliers. <br>
+<p>The Tin Woodman wanted to know, first of all, where Dorothy
+had found the Patchwork Girl, so between them the visitors told
+the story of how Scraps was made, as well as the accident to
+Margolotte and Unc Nunkie and how Ojo had set out upon a journey
+to procure the things needed for the Crooked Magician's magic
+charm. Then Dorothy told of their adventures in the Quadling
+Country and how at last they succeeded in getting the water from
+a dark well.<br>
+</p>
+
+While the little girl was relating these adventures the Tin
+Woodman sat in an easy chair listening with intense interest,
+while the others sat grouped around him. Ojo, however, had kept
+his eyes fixed upon the body of the tin Emperor, and now he
+noticed that under the joint of his left knee a tiny drop of oil
+was forming. He watched this drop of oil with a fast-beating
+heart, and feeling in his pocket brought out a tiny vial of
+crystal, which he held secreted in his hand. <br>
+<p>Presently the Tin Woodman changed his position, and at once
+Ojo, to the astonishment of all, dropped to the floor and held
+his crystal vial under the Emperor's knee joint. Just then the
+drop of oil fell, and they boy caught it in his bottle and
+immediately corked it tight. Then, with a red face and
+embarrassed manner, he rose to confront the others.<br>
+</p>
+
+"What in the world were you doing?" asked the Tin Woodman. <br>
+<p>"I caught a drop of oil that fell from your knee-joint,"
+confessed Ojo.<br>
+</p>
+
+"A drop of oil!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "Dear me, how
+careless my valet must have been in oiling me this morning. I'm
+afraid I shall have to scold the fellow, for I can't be dropping
+oil wherever I go." <br>
+<p>"Never mind," said Dorothy. Ojo seems glad to have the oil,
+for some reason."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Yes," declared the Munchkin boy, "I am glad. For one of the
+things the Crooked Magician sent me to get was a drop of oil from
+a live man's body. I had no idea, at first, that there was such a
+thing; but it's now safe in the little crystal vial." <br>
+<p>"You are very welcome to it, indeed," said the Tin Woodman.
+"Have you now secured all the things you were in search of?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"Not quite all," answered Ojo. "There were five things I had to
+get, and I have found four of them. I have the three hairs in the
+tip of a Woozy's tail, a six-leaved clover, a gill of water from
+a dark well and a drop of oil from a live man's body. The last
+thing is the easiest of all to get, and I'm sure that my dear Unc
+Nunkie--and good Margolotte, as well--will soon be restored to
+life." <br>
+<p>The Munchkin boy said this with much pride and pleasure.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Good!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman; "I congratulate you. But what
+is the fifth and last thing you need, in order to complete the
+magic charm?" <br>
+<p>"The left wing of a yellow butterfly," said Ojo. "In this
+yellow country, and with your kind assistance, that ought to be
+very easy to find."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Tin Woodman stared at him in amazement. <br>
+<p>"Surely you are joking!" he said.<br>
+</p>
+
+"No," replied Ojo, much surprised; "I am in earnest." <br>
+<p>"But do you think for a moment that I would permit you, or
+anyone else, to pull the left wing from a yellow butterfly?"
+demanded the Tin Woodman sternly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Why not, sir?" <br>
+<p>"Why not? You ask me why not? It would be cruel--one of the
+most cruel and heartless deeds I ever heard of," asserted the Tin
+Woodman. "The butterflies are among the prettiest of all created
+things, and they are very sensitive to pain. To tear a wing from
+one would cause it exquisite torture and it would soon die in
+great agony. I would not permit such a wicked deed under any
+circumstances!"<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo was astounded at hearing this. Dorothy, too, looked grave and
+disconcerted, but she knew in her heart that the Tin Woodman was
+right. The Scarecrow nodded his head in approval of his friend's
+speech, so it was evident that he agreed with the Emperor's
+decision. Scraps looked from one to another in perplexity. <br>
+<p>"Who cares for a butterfly?" she asked.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Don't you?" inquired the Tin Woodman. <br>
+<p>"Not the snap of a finger, for I have no heart," said the
+Patchwork Girl. "But I want to help Ojo, who is my friend, to
+rescue the uncle whom he loves, and I'd kill a dozen useless
+butterflies to enable him to do that."<br>
+</p>
+
+The Tin Woodman sighed regretfully. <br>
+<p>"You have kind instincts," he said, "and with a heart you
+would indeed be a fine creature. I cannot blame you for your
+heartless remark, as you cannot understand the feelings of those
+who possess hearts. I, for instance, have a very neat and
+responsive heart which the wonderful Wizard of Oz once gave me,
+and so I shall never--never-never permit a poor yellow butterfly
+to be tortured by anyone."<br>
+</p>
+
+"The yellow country of the Winkies," said Ojo sadly, "is the only
+place in Oz where a yellow butterfly can be found." <br>
+<p>"I'm glad of that," said the Tin Woodman. "As I rule the
+Winkie Country, I can protect my butterflies."<br>
+</p>
+
+Unless I get the wing--just one left wing--" said Ojo miserably,
+"I can't save Unc Nunkie." <br>
+<p>"Then he must remain a marble statue forever," declared the
+Tin Emperor, firmly.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo wiped his eyes, for he could not hold back the tears. <br>
+<p>"I'll tell you what to do," said Scraps. "We'll take a whole
+yellow butterfly, alive and well, to the Crooked Magician, and
+let him pull the left wing off."<br>
+</p>
+
+"No, you won't," said the Tin Woodman. "You can't have one of my
+dear little butterflies to treat in that way. <br>
+<p>"Then what in the world shall we do?" asked Dorothy.<br>
+</p>
+
+They all became silent and thoughtful. No one spoke for a long
+time. Then the Tin Woodman suddenly roused himself and said: <br>
+<p>"We must all go back to the Emerald City and ask Ozma's
+advice. She's a wise little girl, our Ruler, and she may find a
+way to help Ojo save his Unc Nunkie."<br>
+</p>
+
+So the following morning the party started on the journey to the
+Emerald City, which they reached in due time without any
+important adventure. It was a sad journey for Ojo, for without
+the wing of the yellow butterfly he saw no way to save Unc
+Nunkie--unless he waited six years for the Crooked Magician to
+make a new lot of the Powder of Life. The boy was utterly
+discouraged, and as he walked along he groaned aloud. <br>
+<p>"Is anything hurting you?" inquired the Tin Woodman in a
+kindly tone, for the Emperor was with the party.<br>
+</p>
+
+"I'm Ojo the Unlucky," replied the boy. "I might have known I
+would fail in anything I tried to do." <br>
+<p>"Why are you Ojo the Unlucky?" asked the tin man.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Because I was born on a Friday." <br>
+<p>"Friday is not unlucky," declared the Emperor. "It's just one
+of seven days. Do you suppose all the world becomes unlucky
+one-seventh of the time?"<br>
+</p>
+
+"It was the thirteenth day of the month," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"Thirteen! Ah, that is indeed a lucky number," replied the Tin
+Woodman. "All my good luck seems to happen on the thirteenth. I
+suppose most people never notice the good luck that comes to them
+with the number 13, and yet if the least bit of bad luck falls on
+that day, they blame it to the number, and not to the proper
+cause."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Thirteen's my lucky number, too," remarked the Scarecrow <br>
+<p>"And mine," said Scraps. "I've just thirteen patches on my
+head."<br>
+</p>
+
+"But," continued Ojo, "I'm left-handed." <br>
+<p>"Many of our greatest men are that way," asserted the Emperor.
+"To be left-handed is usually to be two-handed; the right-handed
+people are usually one-handed."<br>
+</p>
+
+"And I've a wart under my right arm," said Ojo. <br>
+<p>"How lucky!" cried the Tin Woodman. "If it were on the end of
+your nose it might be unlucky, but under your arm it is luckily
+out of the way."<br>
+</p>
+
+"For all those reasons," said the Munchkin boy, "I have been
+called Ojo the Unlucky." <br>
+<p>"Then we must turn over a new leaf and call you henceforth Ojo
+the Lucky," declared the tin man. "Every reason you have given is
+absurd. But I have noticed that those who continually dread ill
+luck and fear it will overtake them, have no time to take
+advantage of any good fortune that comes their way. Make up your
+mind to be Ojo the Lucky."<br>
+</p>
+
+"How can I?" asked the boy, "when all my attempts to save my dear
+uncle have failed?" <br>
+<p>"Never give up, Ojo," advised Dorothy. "No one ever knows
+what's going to happen next."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ojo did not reply, but he was so dejected that even their arrival
+at the Emerald City failed to interest him. <br>
+<p>The people joyfully cheered the appearance of the Tin Woodman,
+the Scarecrow and Dorothy, who were all three general favorites,
+and on entering the royal palace word came to them from Ozma that
+she would at once grant them an audience.<br>
+</p>
+
+Dorothy told the girl Ruler how successful they had been in their
+quest until they came to the item of the yellow butterfly, which
+the Tin Woodman positively refused to sacrifice to the magic
+potion. <br>
+<p>"He is quite right," said Ozma, who did not seem a bit
+surprised. "Had Ojo told me that one of the things he sought was
+the wing of a yellow butterfly I would have informed him, before
+he started out, that he could never secure it. Then you would
+have been saved the troubles and annoyances of your long
+journey."<br>
+</p>
+
+"I didn't mind the journey at all," said Dorothy; "it was fun."
+<br>
+<p>"As it has turned out," remarked Ojo, "I can never get the
+things the Crooked Magician sent me for; and so, unless I wait
+the six years for him to make the Powder of Life, Unc Nunkie
+cannot be saved."<br>
+</p>
+
+Ozma smiled. <br>
+<p>"Dr. Pipt will make no more Powder of Life, I promise you,"
+said she. "I have sent for him and had him brought to this
+palace, where he now is, and his four kettles have been destroyed
+and his book of recipes burned up. I have also had brought here
+the marble statues of your uncle and of Margolotte, which are
+standing in the next room.<br>
+</p>
+
+They were all greatly astonished at this announcement. <br>
+<p>"Oh, let me see Unc Nunkie! Let me see him at once, please!"
+cried Ojo eagerly.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Wait a moment," replied Ozma, "for I have something more to say.
+Nothing that happens in the Land of Oz escapes the notice of our
+wise Sorceress, Glinda the Good. She knew all about the
+magic-making of Dr. Pipt, and how he had brought the Glass Cat
+and the Patchwork Girl to life, and the accident to Unc Nunkie
+and Margolotte, and of Ojo's quest and his journey with Dorothy.
+Glinda also knew that Ojo would fail to find all the things he
+sought, so she sent for our Wizard and instructed him what to do.
+Something is going to happen in this palace, presently, and that
+'something' will, I am sure, please you all. And now," continued
+the girl Ruler, rising from her chair, "you may follow me into
+the next room." <br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+<h1 id="ref_29">Chapter Twenty-Eight</h1>
+
+<br>
+<p>The Wonderful Wizard of Oz<br>
+</p>
+
+When Ojo entered the room he ran quickly to the statue of Unc
+Nunkie and kissed the marble face affectionately. <br>
+<p>"I did my best, Unc," he said, with a sob, "but it was no
+use!"<br>
+</p>
+
+Then he drew back and looked around the room, and the sight of
+the assembled company quite amazed him. <br>
+<p>Aside from the marble statues of Unc Nunkie and Margolotte,
+the Glass Cat was there, curled up on a rug; and the Woozy was
+there, sitting on its square hind legs and looking on the scene
+with solemn interest; and there was the Shaggy Man, in a suit of
+shaggy pea-green satin, and at a table sat the little Wizard,
+looking quite important and as if he knew much more than he cared
+to tell.<br>
+</p>
+
+Last of all, Dr. Pipt was there, and the Crooked Magician sat
+humped up in a chair, seeming very dejected but keeping his eyes
+fixed on the lifeless form of his wife Margolotte, whom he fondly
+loved but whom he now feared was lost to him forever. <br>
+<p>Ozma took a chair which Jellia Jamb wheeled forward for the
+Ruler, and back of her stood the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and
+Dorothy, as well as the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger. The
+Wizard now arose and made a low bow to Ozma and another less
+deferent bow to the assembled company.<br>
+</p>
+
+"Ladies and gentlemen and beasts," he said, "I beg to announce
+that our Gracious Ruler has permitted me to obey the commands of
+the great Sorceress, Glinda the Good, whose humble Assistant I am
+proud to be. We have discovered that the Crooked Magician has
+been indulging in his magical arts contrary to Law, and
+therefore, by Royal Edict, I hereby deprive him of all power to
+work magic in the future. He is no longer a crooked magician, but
+a simple Munchkin; he is no longer even crooked, but a man like
+other men. <br>
+<p>As he pronounced these words the Wizard waved his hand toward
+Dr. Pipt and instantly every crooked limb straightened out and
+became perfect. The former magician, with a cry of joy, sprang to
+his feet, looked at himself in wonder, and then fell back in his
+chair and watched the Wizard with fascinated interest.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The Glass Cat, which Dr. Pipt lawlessly made," continued the
+Wizard, "is a pretty cat, but its pink brains made it so
+conceited that it was a disagreeable companion to everyone. So
+the other day I took away the pink brains and replaced them with
+transparent ones, and now the Glass Cat is so modest and well
+behaved that Ozma has decided to keep her in the palace as a
+pet." <br>
+<p>"I thank you," said the cat, in a soft voice.<br>
+</p>
+
+"The Woozy has proved himself a good Woozy and a faithful
+friend," the Wizard went on, "so we will send him to the Royal
+Menagerie, where he will have good care and plenty to eat all his
+life." <br>
+<p>"Much obliged," said the Woozy. "That beats being fenced up in
+a lonely forest and starved."<br>
+</p>
+
+"As for the Patchwork Girl," resumed the Wizard, "she is so
+remarkable in appearance, and so clever and good tempered, that
+our Gracious Ruler intends to preserve her carefully, as one of
+the curiosities of the curious Land of Oz. Scraps may live in the
+palace, or wherever she pleases, and be nobody's servant but her
+own." <br>
+<p>"That's all right," said Scraps.<br>
+</p>
+
+"We have all been interested in Ojo," the little Wizard
+continued, "because his love for his unfortunate uncle has led
+him bravely to face all sorts of dangers, in order that he might
+rescue him. The Munchkin boy has a loyal and generous heart and
+has done his best to restore Unc Nunkie to life. He has failed,
+but there are others more powerful than the Crooked Magician, and
+there are more ways than Dr. Pipt knew of to destroy the charm of
+the Liquid of Petrifaction. Glinda the Good has told me of one
+way, and you shall now learn how great is the knowledge and power
+of our peerless Sorceress." <br>
+<p>As he said this the Wizard advanced to the statue of Margolote
+and made a magic pass, at the same time muttering a magic word
+that none could hear distinctly. At once the woman moved, turned
+her head wonderingly this way and that, to note all who stood
+before her, and seeing Dr. Pipt, ran forward and threw herself
+into her husband's outstretched arms.<br>
+</p>
+
+Then the Wizard made the magic pass and spoke the magic word
+before the statue of Unc Nunkie. The old Munchkin immediately
+came to life and with a low bow to the Wizard said: "Thanks."
+<br>
+<p>But now Ojo rushed up and threw his arms joyfully about his
+uncle, and the old man hugged his little nephew tenderly and
+stroked his hair and wiped away the boy's tears with a
+handkerchief, for Ojo was crying from pure happiness.<br>
+</p>
+
+Ozma came forward to congratulate them. <br>
+<p>"I have given to you, my dear Ojo and Unc Nunkie, a nice house
+just outside the walls of the Emerald City," she said, "and there
+you shall make your future home and be under my protection."<br>
+</p>
+
+"Didn't I say you were Ojo the Lucky?" asked the Tin Woodman, as
+everyone crowded around to shake Ojo's hand. <br>
+<p>"Yes; and it is true!" replied Ojo, gratefully.<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+The Wonderful Oz Books by L. Frank Baum <br>
+<p>THE WIZARD OF OZ THE LAND OF OZ OZMA OF OZ DOROTHY AND THE
+WIZARD IN OZ THE ROAD TO OZ THE EMERALD CITY OF OZ THE PATCHWORK
+GIRL OF OZ TIK-TOK OF OZ THE SCARECROW OF OZ RINKITINK IN OZ THE
+LOST PRINCESS OF OZ THE TIN WOODMAN OF OZ THE MAGIC OF OZ GLINDA
+OF OZ<br>
+</p>
+
+<br>
+<p><br>
+</p>
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Etext of The Patchwork Girl of Oz by
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+THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ
+
+by L. FRANK BAUM
+
+Affectionately Dedicated to my young friend
+Sumner Hamilton Britton of Chicago
+
+
+Prologue
+
+Through the kindness of Dorothy Gale of Kansas,
+afterward Princess Dorothy of Oz, an humble writer
+in the United States of America was once appointed
+Royal Historian of Oz, with the privilege of
+writing the chronicle of that wonderful fairyland.
+But after making six books about the adventures of
+those interesting but queer people who live in the
+Land of Oz, the Historian learned with sorrow that
+by an edict of the Supreme Ruler, Ozma of Oz, her
+country would thereafter be rendered invisible to
+all who lived outside its borders and that all
+communication with Oz would, in the future, be cut off.
+
+The children who had learned to look for the
+books about Oz and who loved the stories about the
+gay and happy people inhabiting that favored
+country, were as sorry as their Historian that
+there would be no more books of Oz stories. They
+wrote many letters asking if the Historian did not
+know of some adventures to write about that had
+happened before the Land of Oz was shut out from
+all the rest of the world. But he did not know of
+any. Finally one of the children inquired why we
+couldn't hear from Princess Dorothy by wireless
+telegraph, which would enable her to communicate
+to the Historian whatever happened in the far-off
+Land of Oz without his seeing her, or even knowing
+just where Oz is.
+
+That seemed a good idea; so the Historian rigged
+up a high tower in his back yard, and took lessons
+in wireless telegraphy until he understood it,
+and then began to call "Princess Dorothy of Oz" by
+sending messages into the air.
+
+Now, it wasn't likely that Dorothy would be
+looking for wireless messages or would heed the
+call; but one thing the Historian was sure of, and
+that was that the powerful Sorceress, Glinda,
+would know what he was doing and that he desired
+to communicate with Dorothy. For Glinda has a big
+book in which is recorded every event that takes
+place anywhere in the world, just the moment that
+it happens, and so of course the book would tell
+her about the wireless message.
+
+And that was the way Dorothy heard that the
+Historian wanted to speak with her, and there was
+a Shaggy Man in the Land of Oz who knew how to
+telegraph a wireless reply. The result was that
+the Historian begged so hard to be told the latest
+news of Oz, so that he could write it down for the
+children to read, that Dorothy asked permission of
+Ozma and Ozma graciously consented.
+
+That is why, after two long years of waiting,
+another Oz story is now presented to the children
+of America. This would not have been possible had
+not some clever man invented the "wireless" and an
+equally clever child suggested the idea of
+reaching the mysterious Land of Oz by its means.
+
+L. Frank Baum.
+
+"OZCOT"
+at Hollywood
+in California
+
+
+
+LIST OF CHAPTERS
+1  - Ojo and Unc Nunkie
+2  - The Crooked Magician
+3  - The Patchwork Girl
+4  - The Glass Cat
+5  - A Terrible Accident
+6  - The Journey
+7  - The Troublesome Phonograph
+8  - The Foolish Owl and the Wise Donkey
+9  - They Meet the Woozy
+10 - Shaggy Man to the Rescue
+11 - A Good Friend
+12 - The Giant Porcupine
+13 - Scraps and the Scarecrow
+14 - Ojo Breaks the Law
+15 - Ozma's Prisoner
+16 - Princess Dorothy
+17 - Ozma and Her Friends
+18 - Ojo is Forgiven
+19 - Trouble with the Tottenhots
+20 - The Captive Yoop
+21 - Hip Hopper the Champion
+22 - The Joking Horners
+23 - Peace is Declared
+24 - Ojo Finds the Dark Well
+25 - They Bribe the Lazy Quadling
+26 - The Trick River
+27 - The Tin Woodman Objects
+28 - The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
+
+
+
+
+
+The Patchwork Girl of Oz
+
+
+
+
+Chapter One
+
+Ojo and Unc Nunkie
+
+
+"Where's the butter, Unc Nunkie?" asked Ojo.
+
+Unc looked out of the window and stroked his
+long beard. Then he turned to the Munchkin boy and
+shook his head.
+
+"Isn't," said he.
+
+"Isn't any butter? That's too bad, Unc. Where's
+the jam then?" inquired Ojo, standing on a stool
+so he could look through all the shelves of the
+cupboard. But Unc Nunkie shook his head again.
+
+"Gone," he said.
+
+"No jam, either? And no cake--no jelly--no
+apples--nothing but bread?"
+
+"All," said Unc, again stroking his beard as he
+gazed from the window.
+
+The little boy brought the stool and sat beside
+his uncle, munching the dry bread slowly and
+seeming in deep thought.
+
+"Nothing grows in our yard but the bread
+tree," he mused, "and there are only two more
+loaves on that tree; and they're not ripe yet. Tell
+me, Unc; why are we so poor?"
+
+The old Munchkin turned and looked at Ojo. He
+had kindly eyes, but he hadn't smiled or laughed
+in so long that the boy had forgotten that Unc
+Nunkie could look any other way than solemn. And
+Unc never spoke any more words than he was obliged
+to, so his little nephew, who lived alone with
+him, had learned to understand a great deal from
+one word.
+
+"Why are we so poor, Unc?" repeated the boy.
+
+"Not," said the old Munchkin.
+
+"I think we are," declared Ojo. "What have we
+got?"
+
+"House," said Unc Nunkie.
+
+"I know; but everyone in the Land of Oz
+has a place to live. What else, Unc?"
+
+"Bread."
+
+"I'm eating the last loaf that's ripe. There;
+I've put aside your share, Unc. It's on the table,
+so you can eat it when you get hungry. But when
+that is gone, what shall we eat, Unc?"
+
+The old man shifted in his chair but merely
+shook his head.
+
+"Of course," said Ojo, who was obliged to talk
+because his uncle would not, "no one starves in
+the Land of Oz, either. There is plenty for
+everyone, you know; only, if it isn't just where
+you happen to be, you must go where it is."
+
+The aged Munchkin wriggled again and stared at
+his small nephew as if disturbed by his argument.
+
+"By to-morrow morning," the boy went on, "we must
+go where there is something to eat, or we shall
+grow very hungry and become very unhappy."
+
+"Where?" asked Unc.
+
+"Where shall we go? I don't know, I'm sure,"
+replied Ojo. "But you must know, Unc. You must
+have traveled, in your time, because you're so
+old. I don't remember it, because ever since I
+could remember anything we've lived right here in
+this lonesome, round house, with a little garden
+back of it and the thick woods all around. All
+I've ever seen of the great Land of Oz, Unc dear,
+is the view of that mountain over at the south,
+where they say the Hammerheads live--who won't let
+anybody go by them--and that mountain at the
+north, where they say nobody lives."
+
+"One," declared Unc, correcting him.
+
+"Oh, yes; one family lives there, I've heard.
+That's the Crooked Magician, who is named
+Dr. Pipt, and his wife Margolotte. One year you
+told me about them; I think it took you a whole
+year, Unc, to say as much as I've just said about
+the Crooked Magician and his wife. They live
+high up on the mountain, and the good Munchkin
+Country, where the fruits and flowers grow, is
+just the other side. It's funny you and I should
+live here all alone, in the middle of the forest,
+isn't it?"
+
+"Yes," said Unc.
+
+"Then let's go away and visit the Munchkin
+Country and its jolly, good-natured people. I'd
+love to get a sight of something besides woods,
+Unc Nunkie."
+
+"Too little," said Unc.
+
+"Why, I'm not so little as I used to be,"
+answered the boy earnestly. "I think I can walk
+as far and as fast through the woods as you
+can, Unc. And now that nothing grows in our
+back yard that is good to eat, we must go where
+there is food."
+
+Unc Nunkie made no reply for a time. Then
+he shut down the window and turned his chair
+to face the room, for the sun was sinking behind
+the tree-tops and it was growing cool.
+
+By and by Ojo lighted the fire and the logs
+blazed freely in the broad fireplace. The two sat
+in the firelight a long time--the old, white-
+bearded Munchkin and the little boy. Both were
+thinking. When it grew quite dark outside, Ojo
+said:
+
+"Eat your bread, Unc, and then we will go to
+bed."
+
+But Unc Nunkie did not eat the bread; neither
+did he go directly to bed. Long after his little
+nephew was sound asleep in the corner of the room
+the old man sat by the fire, thinking.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Two
+
+The Crooked Magician
+
+
+Just at dawn next morning Unc Nunkie laid his hand
+tenderly on Ojo's head and awakened him.
+
+"Come," he said.
+
+Ojo dressed. He wore blue silk stockings, blue
+knee pants with gold buckles, a blue ruffled
+waist and a jacket of bright blue braided with
+gold. His shoes were of blue leather and turned up
+at the toes, which were pointed. His hat had a
+peaked crown and a flat brim, and around the brim
+was a row of tiny golden bells that tinkled when
+he moved. This was the native costume of those
+who inhabited the Munchkin Country of the Land of
+Oz, so Unc Nunkie's dress was much like that of
+his nephew. Instead of shoes, the old man wore
+boots with turnover tops and his blue coat had
+wide cuffs of gold braid.
+
+The boy noticed that his uncle had not eaten
+the bread, and supposed the old man had not
+been hungry. Ojo was hungry, though; so he
+divided the piece of bread upon the table and
+ate his half for breakfast, washing it down with
+fresh, cool water from the brook. Unc put the
+other piece of bread in his jacket pocket, after
+which he again said, as he walked out through
+the doorway: "Come."
+
+Ojo was well pleased. He was dreadfully
+tired of living all alone in the woods and wanted
+to travel and see people. For a long time he had
+wished to explore the beautiful Land of Oz
+in which they lived. When they were outside,
+Unc simply latched the door and started up the
+path. No one would disturb their little house,
+even if anyone came so far into the thick forest
+while they were gone.
+
+At the foot of the mountain that separated the
+Country of the Munchkins from the Country of the
+Gillikins, the path divided. One way led to the
+left and the other to the right--straight up the
+mountain. Unc Nunkie took this right-hand path and
+Ojo followed without asking why. He knew it would
+take them to the house of the Crooked Magician,
+whom he had never seen but who was their nearest
+neighbor.
+
+All the morning they trudged up the mountain path
+and at noon Unc and Ojo sat on a fallen tree-trunk
+and ate the last of the bread which the old
+Munchkin had placed in his pocket. Then they
+started on again and two hours later came in sight
+of the house of Dr. Pipt.
+
+It was a big house, round, as were all the
+Munchkin houses, and painted blue, which is the
+distinctive color of the Munchkin Country of Oz.
+There was a pretty garden around the house, where
+blue trees and blue flowers grew in abundance and
+in one place were beds of blue cabbages, blue
+carrots and blue lettuce, all of which were
+delicious to eat. In Dr. Pipt's garden grew bun-
+trees, cake-trees, cream-puff bushes, blue
+buttercups which yielded excellent blue butter and
+a row of chocolate-caramel plants. Paths of blue
+gravel divided the vegetable and flower beds and a
+wider path led up to the front door. The place was
+in a clearing on the mountain, but a little way
+off was the grim forest, which completely
+surrounded it.
+
+Unc knocked at the door of the house and
+a chubby, pleasant-faced woman, dressed all in
+blue, opened it and greeted the visitors with a
+smile.
+
+"Ah," said Ojo; "you must be Dame Margolotte,
+the good wife of Dr. Pipt."
+
+"I am, my dear, and all strangers are welcome
+to my home."
+
+"May we see the famous Magician, Madam?"
+
+"He is very busy just now," she said, shaking
+her head doubtfully. "But come in and let me
+give you something to eat, for you must have
+traveled far in order to get our lonely place."
+
+"We have," replied Ojo, as he and Unc entered
+the house. "We have come from a far lonelier place
+than this."
+
+"A lonelier place! And in the Munchkin Country?"
+she exclaimed. "Then it must be somewhere in the
+Blue Forest."
+
+"It is, good Dame Margolotte."
+
+"Dear me!" she said, looking at the man, "you
+must be Unc Nunkie, known as the Silent One." Then
+she looked at the boy. "And you must be Ojo the
+Unlucky," she added.
+
+"Yes," said Unc.
+
+"I never knew I was called the Unlucky,"
+said Ojo, soberly; "but it is really a good name
+for me."
+
+"Well," remarked the woman, as she bustled
+around the room and set the table and brought food
+from the cupboard, "you were unlucky to live all
+alone in that dismal forest, which is much worse
+than the forest around here; but perhaps your luck
+will change, now you are away from it. If, during
+your travels, you can manage to lose that 'Un' at
+the beginning of your name 'Unlucky,' you will
+then become Ojo the Lucky, which will be a great
+improvement."
+
+"How can I lose that 'Un,' Dame Margolotte?"
+
+"I do not know how, but you must keep the
+matter in mind and perhaps the chance will
+come to you," she replied.
+
+Ojo had never eaten such a fine meal in all
+his life. There was a savory stew, smoking hot,
+a dish of blue peas, a bowl of sweet milk of a
+delicate blue tint and a blue pudding with blue
+plums in it. When the visitors had eaten heartily
+of this fare the woman said to them:
+
+"Do you wish to see Dr. Pipt on business or
+for pleasure?"
+
+Unc shook his head.
+
+"We are traveling," replied Ojo, "and we
+stopped at your house just to rest and refresh
+ourselves. I do not think Unc Nunkie cares
+very much to see the famous Crooked Magician;
+but for my part I am curious to look at such
+a great man."
+
+The woman seemed thoughtful.
+
+"I remember that Unc Nunkie and my husband used
+to be friends, many years ago," she said, "so
+perhaps they will be glad to meet again. The
+Magician is very busy, as I said, but if you will
+promise not to disturb him you may come into his
+workshop and watch him prepare a wonderful charm."
+
+"Thank you," replied the boy, much pleased.
+"I would like to do that."
+
+She led the way to a great domed hall at the
+back of the house, which was the Magician's
+workshop. There was a row of windows extending
+nearly around the sides of the circular room,
+which rendered the place very light, and there was
+a back door in addition to the one leading to the
+front part of the house. Before the row of windows
+a broad seat was built and there were some chairs
+and benches in the room besides. At one end stood
+a great fireplace, in which a blue log was blazing
+with a blue flame, and over the fire hung four
+kettles in a row, all bubbling and steaming at a
+great rate. The Magician was stirring all four of
+these kettles at the same time, two with his
+hands and two with his feet, to the latter, wooden
+ladles being strapped, for this man was so very
+crooked that his legs were as handy as his arms.
+
+Unc Nunkie came forward to greet his old
+friend, but not being able to shake either his
+hands or his feet, which were all occupied in
+stirring, he patted the Magician's bald head and
+asked: "What?"
+
+"Ah, it's the Silent One," remarked Dr. Pipt,
+without looking up, "and he wants to know
+what I'm making. Well, when it is quite finished
+this compound will be the wonderful Powder
+of Life, which no one knows how to make but
+myself. Whenever it is sprinkled on anything,
+that thing will at once come to life, no matter
+what it is. It takes me several years to make this
+magic Powder, but at this moment I am pleased
+to say it is nearly done. You see, I am making it
+for my good wife Margolotte, who wants to use
+some of it for a purpose of her own. Sit down
+and make yourself comfortable, Unc Nunkie,
+and after I've finished my task I will talk to
+you."
+
+"You must know," said Margolottte, when they
+were all seated together on the broad window-seat,
+"that my husband foolishly gave away all the
+Powder of Life he first made to old Mombi the
+Witch, who used to live in the Country of the
+Gillikins, to the north of here. Mombi gave to Dr.
+Pipt a Powder of Perpetual Youth in exchange for
+his Powder of Life, but she cheated him wickedly,
+for the Powder of Youth was no good and could work
+no magic at all."
+
+"Perhaps the Powder of Life couldn't either,"
+said Ojo.
+
+"Yes; it is perfection," she declared. "The first
+lot we tested on our Glass Cat, which not only
+began to live but has lived ever since. She's
+somewhere around the house now."
+
+"A Glass Cat!" exclaimed Ojo, astonished.
+
+"Yes; she makes a very pleasant companion, but
+admires herself a little more than is considered
+modest, and she positively refuses to catch mice,"
+explained Margolotte. "My husband made the cat
+some pink brains, but they proved to be too high-
+bred and particular for a cat, so she thinks it is
+undignified in her to catch mice. Also she has a
+pretty blood-red heart, but it is made of stone--a
+ruby, I think--and so is rather hard and unfeeling.
+I think the next Glass Cat the Magician makes will
+have neither brains nor heart, for then it will
+not object to catching mice and may prove of some
+use to us."
+
+"What did old Mombi the Witch do with the
+Powder of Life your husband gave her?" asked
+the boy.
+
+"She brought Jack Pumpkinhead to life, for
+one thing," was the reply. "I suppose you've
+heard of Jack Pumpkinhead. He is now living
+near the Emerald City and is a great favorite
+with the Princess Ozma, who rules all the Land
+of Oz."
+
+"No; I've never heard of him," remarked
+Ojo. "I'm afraid I don't know much about the
+Land of Oz. You see, I've lived all my life with
+Unc Nunkie, the Silent One, and there was no
+one to tell me anything."
+
+"That is one reason you are Ojo the Unlucky,"
+said the woman, in a sympathetic tone. "The more
+one knows, the luckier he is, for knowledge is the
+greatest gift in life."
+
+"But tell me, please, what you intend to do
+with this new lot of the Powder of Life, which
+Dr. Pipt is making. He said his wife wanted it
+for some especial purpose."
+
+"So I do," she answered. "I want it to bring
+my Patchwork Girl to life."
+
+"Oh! A Patchwork Girl? What is that?" Ojo
+asked, for this seemed even more strange and
+unusual than a Glass Cat.
+
+"I think I must show you my Patchwork
+Girl," said Margolotte, laughing at the boy's
+astonishment, "for she is rather difficult to
+explain. But first I will tell you that for many
+years I have longed for a servant to help me with
+the housework and to cook the meals and wash the
+dishes. No servant will come here because the
+place is so lonely and out-of-the-way, so my
+clever husband, the Crooked Magician, proposed
+that I make a girl out of some sort of material
+and he would make her live by sprinkling over her
+the Powder of Life. This seemed an excellent
+suggestion and at once Dr. Pipt set to work to
+make a new batch of his magic powder. He has been
+at it a long, long while, and so I have had plenty
+of time to make the girl. Yet that task was not so
+easy as you may suppose. At first I couldn't think
+what to make her of, but finally in searching
+through a chest I came across an old patchwork
+quilt, which my grandmother once made when she was
+young."
+
+"What is a patchwork quilt?" asked Ojo.
+
+"A bed-quilt made of patches of different kinds
+and colors of cloth, all neatly sewed together.
+The patches are of all shapes and sizes, so a
+patchwork quilt is a very pretty and gorgeous
+thing to look at. Sometimes it is called a
+'crazy-quilt,' because the patches and colors are
+so mixed up. We never have used my grandmother's
+many-colored patchwork quilt, handsome as it is,
+for we Munchkins do not care for any color other
+than blue, so it has been packed away in the chest
+for about a hundred years. When I found it, I said
+to myself that it would do nicely for my servant
+girl, for when she was brought to life she would
+not be proud nor haughty, as the Glass Cat is, for
+such a dreadful mixture of colors would discourage
+her from trying to be as dignified as the blue
+Munchkins are."
+
+"Is blue the only respectable color, then?"
+inquired Ojo.
+
+"Yes, for a Munchkin. All our country is blue,
+you know. But in other parts of Oz the people
+favor different colors. At the Emerald City,
+where our Princess Ozma lives, green is the
+popular color. But all Munchkins prefer blue
+to anything else and when my housework girl
+is brought to life she will find herself to be of
+so many unpopular colors that she'll never dare
+be rebellious or impudent, as servants are
+sometimes liable to be when they are made the same
+way their mistresses are."
+
+Unc Nunkie nodded approval.
+
+"Good i-dea," he said; and that was a long
+speech for Unc Nunkie because it was two
+words.
+
+"So I cut up the quilt," continued Margolotte,
+"and made from it a very well-shaped girl,
+which I stuffed with cotton-wadding. I will
+show you what a good job I did," and she went
+to a tall cupboard and threw open the doors.
+
+Then back she came, lugging in her arms the
+Patchwork Girl, which she set upon the bench
+and propped up so that the figure would not
+tumble over.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Three
+
+The Patchwork Girl
+
+
+Ojo examined this curious contrivance with wonder.
+The Patchwork Girl was taller than he, when she
+stood upright, and her body was plump and rounded
+because it had been so neatly stuffed with cotton.
+Margolotte had first made the girl's form from the
+patchwork quilt and then she had dressed it with a
+patchwork skirt and an apron with pockets in it--
+using the same gay material throughout. Upon the
+feet she had sewn a pair of red leather shoes with
+pointed toes. All the fingers and thumbs of the
+girl's hands had been carefully formed and stuffed
+and stitched at the edges, with gold plates at the
+ends to serve as finger-nails.
+
+"She will have to work, when she comes to
+life," said Marglotte.
+
+The head of the Patchwork Girl was the most
+curious part of her. While she waited for her
+husband to finish making his Powder of Life the
+woman had found ample time to complete the head as
+her fancy dictated, and she realized that a good
+servant's head must be properly constructed. The
+hair was of brown yarn and hung down on her neck
+in several neat braids. Her eyes were two silver
+suspender-buttons cut from a pair of the
+Magician's old trousers, and they were sewed on
+with black threads, which formed the pupils of the
+eyes. Margolotte had puzzled over the ears for
+some time, for these were important if the servant
+was to hear distinctly, but finally she had made
+them out of thin plates of gold and attached them
+in place by means of stitches through tiny holes
+bored in the metal. Gold is the most common metal
+in the Land of Oz and is used for many purposes
+because it is soft and pliable.
+
+The woman had cut a slit for the Patchwork
+Girl's mouth and sewn two rows of white pearls
+in it for teeth, using a strip of scarlet plush for
+a tongue. This mouth Ojo considered very artistic
+and lifelike, and Margolotte was pleased when the
+boy praised it. There were almost too many patches
+on the face of the girl for her to be considered
+strictly beautiful, for one cheek was yellow and
+the other red, her chin blue, her forehead purple
+and the center, where her nose had been formed and
+padded, a bright yellow.
+
+"You ought to have had her face all pink,"
+suggested the boy.
+
+"I suppose so; but I had no pink cloth," replied
+the woman. "Still, I cannot see as it matters
+much, for I wish my Patchwork Girl to be useful
+rather than ornamental. If I get tired looking at
+her patched face I can whitewash it."
+
+"Has she any brains?" asked Ojo.
+
+"No; I forgot all about the brains!" exclaimed
+the woman. "I am glad you reminded me of
+them, for it is not too late to supply them, by
+any means. Until she is brought to life I can
+do anything I please with this girl. But I must
+be careful not to give her too much brains, and
+those she has must be such as are fitted to the
+station she is to occupy in life. In other words,
+her brains mustn't be very good."
+
+"Wrong," said Unc Nunkie.
+
+"No; I am sure I am right about that," returned
+the woman.
+
+"He means," explained Ojo, "that unless your
+servant has good brains she won't know how to obey
+you properly, nor do the things you ask her to
+do."
+
+"Well, that may be true," agreed Margolotte;
+"but, on the contrary, a servant with too much
+brains is sure to become independent and high-
+and-mighty and feel above her work. This is a
+very delicate task, as I said, and I must take
+care to give the girl just the right quantity of
+the right sort of brains. I want her to know just
+enough, but not too much."
+
+With this she went to another cupboard which was
+filled with shelves. All the shelves were lined
+with blue glass bottles, neatly labeled by the
+Magician to show what they contained. One whole
+shelf was marked: "Brain Furniture," and the
+bottles on this shelf were labeled as follows:
+"Obedience," "Cleverness," "Judgment," "Courage,"
+"Ingenuity," "Amiability," "Learning," "Truth,"
+"Poesy," "Self Reliance."
+
+"Let me see," said Margolotte; "of those
+qualities she must have 'Obedience' first of all,"
+and she took down the bottle bearing that label
+and poured from it upon a dish several grains of
+the contents. "'Amiability' is also good and
+'Truth.'" She poured into the dish a quantity from
+each of these bottles. "I think that will do," she
+continued, "for the other qualities are not needed
+in a servant."
+
+Unc Nunkie, who with Ojo stood beside her,
+touched the bottle marked "Cleverness."
+
+"Little," said he.
+
+"A little 'Cleverness'? Well, perhaps you are
+right, sir," said she, and was about to take down
+the bottle when the Crooked Magician suddenly
+called to her excitedly from the fireplace.
+
+"Quick, Margolotte! Come and help me."
+
+She ran to her husband's side at once and
+helped him lift the four kettles from the fire.
+Their contents had all boiled away, leaving in
+the bottom of each kettle a few grains of fine
+white powder. Very carefully the Magician removed
+this powder, placing it all together in a golden
+dish, where he mixed it with a golden spoon. When
+the mixture was complete there was scarcely a
+handful, all told.
+
+"That," said Dr. Pipt, in a pleased and
+triumphant tone, "is the wonderful Powder of Life,
+which I alone in the world know how to make. It
+has taken me nearly six years to prepare these
+precious grains of dust, but the little heap on
+that dish is worth the price of a kingdom and many
+a king would give all he has to possess it. When
+it has become cooled I will place it in a small
+bottle; but meantime I must watch it carefully,
+lest a gust of wind blow it away or scatter it."
+
+Unc Nunkie, Margolotte and the Magician
+all stood looking at the marvelous Powder, but
+Ojo was more interested just then in the Patchwork
+Girl's brains. Thinking it both unfair and unkind
+to deprive her of any good qualities that were
+handy, the boy took down every bottle on the shelf
+and poured some of the contents in Margolotte's
+dish. No one saw him do this, for all were looking
+at the Powder of Life; but soon the woman
+remembered what she had been doing, and came back
+to the cupboard.
+
+"Let's see," she remarked; "I was about to give
+my girl a little 'Cleverness,' which is the
+Doctor's substitute for 'Intelligence'--a quality
+he has not yet learned how to manufacture." Taking
+down the bottle of "Cleverness" she added some of
+the powder to the heap on the dish. Ojo became a
+bit uneasy at this, for he had already put quite
+a lot of the "Cleverness" powder in the dish; but
+he dared not interfere and so he comforted himself
+with the thought that one cannot have too much
+cleverness.
+
+Margolotte now carried the dish of brains to
+the bench. Ripping the seam of the patch on
+the girl's forehead, she placed the powder within
+the head and then sewed up the seam as neatly
+and securely as before.
+
+"My girl is all ready for your Powder of Life,
+my dear," she said to her husband. But the
+Magician replied:
+
+"This powder must not be used before to-morrow
+morning; but I think it is now cool enough to be
+bottled."
+
+He selected a small gold bottle with a pepper-
+box top, so that the powder might be sprinkled on
+any object through the small holes. Very carefully
+he placed the Powder of Life in the gold bottle
+and then locked it up in a drawer of his cabinet.
+
+"At last," said he, rubbing his hands together
+gleefully, "I have ample leisure for a good talk
+with my old friend Unc Nunkie. So let us sit
+down cosily and enjoy ourselves. After stirring
+those four kettles for six years I am glad to
+have a little rest."
+
+"You will have to do most of the talking,"
+said Ojo, "for Unc is called the Silent One and
+uses few words."
+
+"I know; but that renders your uncle a
+most agreeable companion and gossip," declared
+Dr. Pipt. "Most people talk too much, so it is
+a relief to find one who talks too little."
+
+Ojo looked at the Magician with much awe
+and curiosity.
+
+"Don't you find it very annoying to be so
+crooked?" he asked.
+
+"No; I am quite proud of my person," was
+the reply. "I suppose I am the only Crooked
+Magician in all the world. Some others are accused
+of being crooked, but I am the only genuine."
+
+He was really very crooked and Ojo wondered how
+he managed to do so many things with such a
+twisted body. When he sat down upon a crooked
+chair that had been made to fit him, one knee was
+under his chin and the other near the small of his
+back; but he was a cheerful man and his face bore
+a pleasant and agreeable expression.
+
+"I am not allowed to perform magic, except
+for my own amusement," he told his visitors,
+as he lighted a pipe with a crooked stem and
+began to smoke. "Too many people were working
+magic in the Land of Oz, and so our lovely
+Princess Ozma put a stop to it. I think she was
+quite right. There were several wicked Witches who
+caused a lot of trouble; but now they are all out
+of business and only the great Sorceress, Glinda
+the Good, is permitted to practice her arts, which
+never harm anybody. The Wizard of Oz, who used to
+be a humbug and knew no magic at all, has been
+taking lessons of Glinda, and I'm told he is
+getting to be a pretty good Wizard; but he is
+merely the assistant of the great Sorceress. I've
+the right to make a servant girl for my wife, you
+know, or a Glass Cat to catch our mice--which she
+refuses to do--but I am forbidden to work magic for
+others, or to use it as a profession."
+
+"Magic must be a very interesting study,"
+said Ojo.
+
+"It truly is," asserted the Magician. "In my
+time I've performed some magical feats that were
+worthy of the skill of Glinda the Good. For
+instance, there's the Powder of Life, and my
+Liquid of Petrifaction, which is contained in that
+bottle on the shelf yonder--over the window."
+
+"What does the Liquid of Petrifaction do?"
+inquired the boy.
+
+"Turns everything it touches to solid marble.
+It's an invention of my own, and I find it very
+useful. Once two of those dreadful Kalidahs,
+with bodies like bears and heads like tigers,
+came here from the forest to attack us; but I
+sprinkled some of that Liquid on them and
+instantly they turned to marble. I now use them
+as ornamental statuary in my garden. This table
+looks to you like wood, and once it really was
+wood; but I sprinkled a few drops of the Liquid
+of Petrifaction on it and now it is marble. It
+will never break nor wear out."
+
+"Fine!" said Unc Nunkie, wagging his head
+and stroking his long gray beard.
+
+"Dear me; what a chatterbox you're getting
+to be, Unc," remarked the Magician, who was
+pleased with the compliment. But just then
+there came a scratching at the back door and a
+shrill voice cried:
+
+"Let me in! Hurry up, can't you? Let me in!"
+
+Margolotte got up and went to the door.
+
+"Ask like a good cat, then," she said.
+
+"Mee-ee-ow-w-w! There; does that suit your
+royal highness?" asked the voice, in scornful
+accents.
+
+"Yes; that's proper cat talk," declared the
+woman, and opened the door.
+
+At once a cat entered, came to the center of the
+room and stopped short at the sight of strangers.
+Ojo and Unc Nunkie both stared at it with wide
+open eyes, for surely no such curious creature had
+ever existed before--even in the Land of Oz.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Four
+
+The Glass Cat
+
+
+The cat was made of glass, so clear and
+transparent that you could see through it as
+easily as through a window. In the top of its
+head, however, was a mass of delicate pink balls
+which looked like jewels, and it had a heart made
+of a blood-red ruby. The eyes were two large
+emeralds, but aside from these colors all the rest
+of the animal was clear glass, and it had a spun-
+glass tail that was really beautiful.
+
+"Well, Doc Pipt, do you mean to introduce us, or
+not?" demanded the cat, in a tone of annoyance.
+"Seems to me you are forgetting your manners."
+
+"Excuse me," returned the Magician. "This
+is Unc Nunkie, the descendant of the former
+kings of the Munchkins, before this country
+became a part of the Land of Oz."
+
+"He needs a haircut," observed the cat,
+washing its face.
+
+"True," replied Unc, with a low chuckle of
+amusement.
+
+"But he has lived alone in the heart of the
+forest for many years," the Magician explained;
+"and, although that is a barbarous country,
+there are no barbers there."
+
+"Who is the dwarf?" asked the cat.
+
+"That is not a dwarf, but a boy," answered
+the Magician. "You have never seen a boy before.
+He is now small because he is young. With more
+years he will grow big and become as tall as Unc
+Nunkie."
+
+"Oh. Is that magic?" the glass animal inquired.
+
+"Yes; but it is Nature's magic, which is more
+wonderful than any art known to man. For
+instance, my magic made you, and made you
+live; and it was a poor job because you are
+useless and a bother to me; but I can't make you
+grow. You will always be the same size--and
+the same saucy, inconsiderate Glass Cat, with
+pink brains and a hard ruby heart."
+
+"No one can regret more than I the fact that you
+made me," asserted the cat, crouching upon the
+floor and slowly swaying its spun-glass tail from
+side to side. "Your world is a very uninteresting
+place. I've wandered through your gardens and in
+the forest until I'm tired of it all, and when I
+come into the house the conversation of your fat
+wife and of yourself bores me dreadfully."
+
+"That is because I gave you different brains
+from those we ourselves possess--and much too
+good for a cat," returned Dr. Pipt.
+
+"Can't you take 'em out, then, and replace
+'em with pebbles, so that I won't feel above my
+station in life?" asked the cat, pleadingly.
+
+"Perhaps so. I'll try it, after I've brought the
+Patchwork Girl to life," he said.
+
+The cat walked up to the bench on which
+the Patchwork Girl reclined and looked at her
+attentively.
+
+"Are you going to make that dreadful thing
+live?" she asked.
+
+The Magician nodded.
+
+"It is intended to be my wife's servant maid,"
+he said. "When she is alive she will do all our
+work and mind the house. But you are not to
+order her around, Bungle, as you do us. You
+must treat the Patchwork Girl respectfully."
+
+"I won't. I couldn't respect such a bundle
+of scraps under any circumstances."
+
+"If you don't, there will be more scraps than
+you will like," cried Margolotte, angrily.
+
+"Why didn't you make her pretty to look at?"
+asked the cat. "You made me pretty--very pretty,
+indeed--and I love to watch my pink brains roll
+around when they're working, and to see my
+precious red heart beat." She went to a long
+mirror, as she said this, and stood before it,
+looking at herself with an air of much pride.
+"But that poor patched thing will hate herself,
+when she's once alive," continued the cat. "If
+I were you I'd use her for a mop, and make
+another servant that is prettier."
+
+"You have a perverted taste," snapped
+Margolotte, much annoyed at this frank criticism.
+"I think the Patchwork Girl is beautiful,
+considering what she's made of. Even the rainbow
+hasn't as many colors, and you must admit that the
+rainbow is a pretty thing."
+
+The Glass Cat yawned and stretched herself
+upon the floor.
+
+"Have your own way," she said. "I'm sorry
+for the Patchwork Girl, that's all."
+
+Ojo and Unc Nunkie slept that night in the
+Magician's house, and the boy was glad to stay
+because he was anxious to see the Patchwork
+Girl brought to life. The Glass Cat was also a
+wonderful creature to little Ojo, who had never
+seen or known anything of magic before, although
+he had lived in the Fairyland of Oz ever since he
+was born. Back there in the woods nothing unusual
+ever happened. Unc Nunkie, who might have been
+King of the Munchkins, had not his people united
+with all the other countries of Oz in
+acknowledging Ozma as their sole ruler, had
+retired into this forgotten forest nook with his
+baby nephew and they had lived all alone there.
+Only that the neglected garden had failed to grow
+food for them, they would always have lived in the
+solitary Blue Forest; but now they had started out
+to mingle with other people, and the first place
+they came to proved so interesting that Ojo could
+scarcely sleep a wink all night.
+
+Margolotte was an excellent cook and gave
+them a fine breakfast. While they were all engaged
+in eating, the good woman said:
+
+"This is the last meal I shall have to cook
+for some time, for right after breakfast Dr. Pipt
+has promised to bring my new servant to life.
+I shall let her wash the breakfast dishes and
+sweep and dust the house. What a relief it
+will be!"
+
+"It will, indeed, relieve you of much drudgery,"
+said the Magician. "By the way, Margolotte, I
+thought I saw you getting some brains from the
+cupboard, while I was busy with my kettles. What
+qualities have you given your new servant?"
+
+"Only those that an humble servant requires,"
+she answered. "I do not wish her to feel above
+her station, as the Glass Cat does. That would
+make her discontented and unhappy, for of
+course she must always be a servant."
+
+Ojo was somewhat disturbed as he listened to
+this, and the boy began to fear he had done wrong
+in adding all those different qualities of brains
+to the lot Margolotte had prepared for the
+servant. But it was too late now for regret, since
+all the brains were securely sewn up inside the
+Patchwork Girl's head. He might have confessed
+what he had done and thus allowed Margolotte and
+her husband to change the brains; but he was
+afraid of incurring their anger. He believed that
+Unc had seen him add to the brains, and Unc had
+not said a word against it; but then, Unc never
+did say anything unless it was absolutely
+necessary.
+
+As soon as breakfast was over they all went
+into the Magician's big workshop, where the
+Glass Cat was lying before the mirror and the
+Patchwork Girl lay limp and lifeless upon the
+bench.
+
+"Now, then," said Dr. Pipt, in a brisk tone,
+"we shall perform one of the greatest feats of
+magic possible to man, even in this marvelous
+Land of Oz. In no other country could it be
+done at all. I think we ought to have a little
+music while the Patchwork Girl comes to life.
+It is pleasant to reflect that the first sounds her
+golden ears will hear will be delicious music."
+
+As he spoke he went to a phonograph, which
+screwed fast to a small table, and wound up
+the spring of the instrument and adjusted the
+big gold horn.
+
+"The music my servant will usually hear,"
+remarked Margolotte, "will be my orders to do
+her work. But I see no harm in allowing her to
+listen to this unseen band while she wakens to
+her first realization of life. My orders will beat
+the band, afterward."
+
+The phonograph was now playing a stirring
+march tune and the Magician unlocked his
+cabinet and took out the gold bottle containing
+the Powder of Life.
+
+They all bent over the bench on which the
+Patchwork Girl reclined. Unc Nunkie and Margolotte
+stood behind, near the windows, Ojo at one side
+and the Magician in front, where he would have
+freedom to sprinkle the powder. The Glass Cat came
+near, too, curious to watch the important scene.
+
+"All ready?" asked Dr. Pipt.
+
+"All is ready," answered his wife.
+
+So the Magician leaned over and shook from
+the bottle some grains of the wonderful Powder,
+and they fell directly on the Patchwork Girl's
+head and arms.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Five
+
+A Terrible Accident
+
+
+"It will take a few minutes for this powder to
+do its work," remarked the Magician, sprinkling
+the body up and down with much care.
+
+But suddenly the Patchwork Girl threw up one
+arm, which knocked the bottle of powder from the
+crooked man's hand and sent it flying across the
+room. Unc Nunkie and Margolotte were so startled
+that they both leaped backward and bumped
+together, and Unc's head joggled the shelf above
+them and upset the bottle containing the Liquid of
+Petrifaction.
+
+The Magician uttered such a wild cry that Ojo
+jumped away and the Patchwork Girl sprang after
+him and clasped her stuffed arms around him in
+terror. The Glass Cat snarled and hid under the
+table, and so it was that when the powerful Liquid
+of Petrifaction was spilled it fell only upon the
+wife of the Magician and the uncle of Ojo. With
+these two the charm worked promptly. They stood
+motionless and stiff as marble statues, in exactly
+the positions they were in when the Liquid struck
+them.
+
+Ojo pushed the Patchwork Girl away and
+ran to Unc Nunkie, filled with a terrible fear
+for the only friend and protector he had ever
+known. When he grasped Unc's hand it was
+cold and hard. Even the long gray beard was
+solid marble. The Crooked Magician was
+dancing around the room in a frenzy of despair,
+calling upon his wife to forgive him, to speak
+to him, to come to life again!
+
+The Patchwork Girl, quickly recovering from her
+fright, now came nearer and looked from one to
+another of the people with deep interest. Then she
+looked at herself and laughed. Noticing the
+mirror, she stood before it and examined her
+extraordinary features with amazement--her button
+eyes, pearl bead teeth and puffy nose. Then,
+addressing her reflection in the glass, she exclaimed:
+
+
+    "Whee, but there's a gaudy dame!
+    Makes a paint-box blush with shame.
+    Razzle-dazzle, fizzle-fazzle!
+    Howdy-do, Miss What's-your-name?"
+
+
+She bowed, and the reflection bowed. Then
+she laughed again, long and merrily, and the
+Glass Cat crept out from under the table and said:
+
+"I don't blame you for laughing at yourself.
+Aren't you horrid?"
+
+"Horrid?" she replied. "Why, I'm thoroughly
+delightful. I'm an Original, if you please, and
+therefore incomparable. Of all the comic, absurd,
+rare and amusing creatures the world contains, I
+must be the supreme freak. Who but poor Margolotte
+could have managed to invent such an unreasonable
+being as I? But I'm glad--I'm awfully glad!--that
+I'm just what I am, and nothing else."
+
+"Be quiet, will you?" cried the frantic
+Magician; "be quiet and let me think! If I don't
+think I shall go mad."
+
+"Think ahead," said the Patchwork Girl, seating
+herself in a chair. "Think all you want to. I
+don't mind."
+
+"Gee! but I'm tired playing that tune," called
+the phonograph, speaking through its horn in
+a brazen, scratchy voice. "If you don't mind,
+Pipt, old boy, I'll cut it out and take a rest."
+
+The Magician looked gloomily at the music-
+machine.
+
+"What dreadful luck!" he wailed, despondently.
+"The Powder of Life must have fallen on the
+phonograph."
+
+He went up to it and found that the gold bottle
+that contained the precious powder had dropped
+upon the stand and scattered its life-giving
+grains over the machine. The phonograph was very
+much alive, and began dancing a jig with the legs
+of the table to which it was attached, and this
+dance so annoyed Dr. Pipt that he kicked the thing
+into a corner and pushed a bench against it, to
+hold it quiet.
+
+"You were bad enough before," said the Magician,
+resentfully; "but a live phonograph is enough to
+drive every sane person in the Land of Oz stark
+crazy."
+
+"No insults, please," answered the phonograph in
+a surly tone. "You did it, my boy; don't blame
+me."
+
+"You've bungled everything, Dr. Pipt," added
+the Glass Cat, contemptuously.
+
+"Except me," said the Patchwork Girl, jumping up
+to whirl merrily around the room.
+
+"I think," said Ojo, almost ready to cry
+through grief over Unc Nunkie's sad fate, "it
+must all be my fault, in some way. I'm called
+Ojo the Unlucky, you know."
+
+"That's nonsense, kiddie," retorted the
+Patchwork Girl cheerfully. "No one can be unlucky
+who has the intelligence to direct his own
+actions. The unlucky ones are those who beg for a
+chance to think, like poor Dr. Pipt here. What's
+the row about, anyway, Mr. Magic-maker?"
+
+"The Liquid of Petrifaction has accidentally
+fallen upon my dear wife and Unc Nunkie and
+turned them into marble," he sadly replied.
+
+"Well, why don't you sprinkle some of that
+powder on them and bring them to life again?"
+asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+The Magician gave a jump.
+
+"Why, I hadn't thought of that!" he joyfully
+cried, and grabbed up the golden bottle, with
+which he ran to Margolotte.
+
+Said the Patchwork Girl:
+
+
+    "Higgledy, piggledy, dee--
+    What fools magicians be!
+    His head's so thick
+    He can't think quick,
+    So he takes advice from me."
+
+
+Standing upon the bench, for he was so
+crooked he could not reach the top of his wife's
+head in any other way, Dr. Pipt began shaking
+the bottle. But not a grain of powder came out.
+He pulled off the cover, glanced within, and
+then threw the bottle from him with a wail of
+despair.
+
+"Gone--gone! Every bit gone," he cried.
+"Wasted on that miserable phonograph when
+it might have saved my dear wife!"
+
+Then the Magician bowed his head on his
+crooked arms and began to cry.
+
+Ojo was sorry for him. He went up to the
+sorrowful man and said softly:
+
+"You can make more Powder of Life, Dr. Pipt."
+
+"Yes; but it will take me six years--six long,
+weary years of stirring four kettles with both
+feet and both hands," was the agonized reply. "Six
+years! while poor Margolotte stands watching me as
+a marble image."
+
+"Can't anything else be done?" asked the
+Patchwork Girl.
+
+The Magician shook his head. Then he seemed to
+remember something and looked up.
+
+"There is one other compound that would destroy
+the magic spell of the Liquid of Petrifaction and
+restore my wife and Unc Nunkie to life," said he.
+"It may be hard to find the things I need to make
+this magic compound, but if they were found I
+could do in an instant what will otherwise take
+six long, weary years of stirring kettles with
+both hands and both feet."
+
+"All right; let's find the things, then,"
+suggested the Patchwork Girl. "That seems a lot
+more sensible than those stirring times with the
+kettles."
+
+"That's the idea, Scraps," said the Glass Cat,
+approvingly. "I'm glad to find you have decent
+brains. Mine are exceptionally good. You can
+see 'em work; they're pink."
+
+"Scraps?" repeated the girl. "Did you call me
+'Scraps'? Is that my name?"
+
+"I--I believe my poor wife had intended to
+name you 'Angeline,'" said the Magician.
+
+"But I like 'Scraps' best," she replied with a
+laugh. "It fits me better, for my patchwork is
+all scraps, and nothing else. Thank you for
+naming me, Miss Cat. Have you any name of
+your own?"
+
+"I have a foolish name that Margolotte once
+gave me, but which is quite undignified for
+one of my importance," answered the cat. "She
+called me 'Bungle.'"
+
+"Yes," sighed the Magician; "you were a sad
+bungle, taken all in all. I was wrong to make
+you as I did, for a more useless, conceited and
+brittle thing never before existed."
+
+"I'm not so brittle as you think," retorted the
+cat. "I've been alive a good many years, for
+Dr. Pipt experimented on me with the first
+magic Powder of Life he ever made, and so
+far I've never broken or cracked or chipped any
+part of me."
+
+"You seem to have a chip on your shoulder,"
+laughed the Patchwork Girl, and the cat went
+to the mirror to see.
+
+"Tell me," pleaded Ojo, speaking to the
+Crooked Magician, "what must we find to make
+the compound that will save Unc Nunkie?"
+
+"First," was the reply, "I must have a six-
+leaved clover. That can only be found in the green
+country around the Emerald City, and six-leaved
+clovers are very scarce, even there."
+
+"I'll find it for you," promised Ojo.
+
+"The next thing," continued the Magician,
+"is the left wing of a yellow butterfly. That
+color can only be found in the yellow country
+of the Winkies, West of the Emerald City."
+
+"I'll find it," declared Ojo. "Is that all?"
+
+"Oh, no; I'll get my Book of Recipes and see
+what comes next."
+
+Saying this, the Magician unlocked a drawer
+of his cabinet and drew out a small book covered
+with blue leather. Looking through the pages
+he found the recipe he wanted and said: "I
+must have a gill of water from a dark well."
+
+"What kind of a well is that, sir?" asked the
+boy.
+
+"One where the light of day never penetrates.
+The water must be put in a gold bottle and brought
+to me without any light ever reaching it."
+
+"I'll get the water from the dark well," said
+Ojo.
+
+"Then I must have three hairs from the tip
+of a Woozy's tail, and a drop of oil from a live
+man's body."
+
+Ojo looked grave at this.
+
+"What is a Woozy, please?" he inquired.
+
+"Some sort of an animal. I've never seen one,
+so I can't describe it," replied the Magician.
+
+"If I can find a Woozy, I'll get the hairs from
+its tail," said Ojo. "But is there ever any oil in a
+man's body?"
+
+The Magician looked in the book again, to make
+sure.
+
+"That's what the recipe calls for," he replied,
+"and of course we must get everything that is
+called for, or the charm won't work. The book
+doesn't say 'blood'; it says 'oil,' and there must
+be oil somewhere in a live man's body or the
+book wouldn't ask for it."
+
+"All right," returned Ojo, trying not to feel
+discouraged; "I'll try to find it."
+
+The Magician looked at the little Munchkin
+boy in a doubtful way and said:
+
+"All this will mean a long journey for you;
+perhaps several long journeys; for you must search
+through several of the different countries of Oz
+in order to get the things I need."
+
+"I know it, sir; but I must do my best to save
+Unc Nunkie."
+
+"And also my poor wife Margolotte. If you save
+one you will save the other, for both stand there
+together and the same compound will restore them
+both to life. Do the best you can, Ojo, and while
+you are gone I shall begin the six years job of
+making a new batch of the Powder of Life. Then, if
+you should unluckily fail to secure any one of the
+things needed, I will have lost no time. But if
+you succeed you must return here as quickly as you
+can, and that will save me much tiresome stirring
+of four kettles with both feet and both hands."
+
+"I will start on my journey at once, sir," said
+the boy.
+
+"And I will go with you," declared the Patchwork
+Girl.
+
+"No, no!" exclaimed the Magician. "You have no
+right to leave this house. You are only a servant
+and have not been discharged."
+
+Scraps, who had been dancing up and down
+the room, stopped and looked at him.
+
+"What is a servant?" she asked.
+
+"One who serves. A--a sort of slave," he
+explained.
+
+"Very well," said the Patchwork Girl, "I'm going
+to serve you and your wife by helping Ojo find the
+things you need. You need a lot, you know, such as
+are not easily found."
+
+"It is true," sighed Dr. Pipt. "I am well aware
+that Ojo has undertaken a serious task."
+
+Scraps laughed, and resuming her dance she said:
+
+
+    "Here's a job for a boy of brains:
+    A drop of oil from a live man's veins;
+    A six-leaved clover; three nice hairs
+    From a Woozy's tail, the book declares
+    Are needed for the magic spell,
+    And water from a pitch-dark well.
+    The yellow wing of a butterfly
+    To find must Ojo also try,
+    And if he gets them without harm,
+    Doc Pipt will make the magic charm;
+    But if he doesn't get 'em, Unc
+    Will always stand a marble chunk."
+
+
+The Magician looked at her thoughtfully.
+
+"Poor Margolotte must have given you some of the
+quality of poesy, by mistake," he said. "And, if
+that is true, I didn't make a very good article
+when I prepared it, or else you got an overdose or
+an underdose. However, I believe I shall let you
+go with Ojo, for my poor wife will not need your
+services until she is restored to life. Also I
+think you may be able to help the boy, for your
+head seems to contain some thoughts I did not
+expect to find in it. But be very careful of
+yourself, for you're a souvenir of my dear
+Margolotte. Try not to get ripped, or your
+stuffing may fall out. One of your eyes seems
+loose, and you may have to sew it on tighter. If
+you talk too much you'll wear out your scarlet
+plush tongue, which ought to have been hemmed on
+the edges. And remember you belong to me and must
+return here as soon as your mission is
+accomplished."
+
+"I'm going with Scraps and Ojo," announced
+the Glass Cat.
+
+"You can't," said the Magician.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"You'd get broken in no time, and you
+couldn't be a bit of use to the boy and the
+Patchwork Girl."
+
+"I beg to differ with you," returned the cat,
+in a haughty tone. "Three heads are better
+than two, and my pink brains are beautiful.
+You can see 'em work."
+
+"Well, go along," said the Magician, irritably.
+"You're only an annoyance, anyhow, and I'm glad to
+get rid of you."
+
+"Thank you for nothing, then," answered the cat,
+stiffly.
+
+Dr. Pipt took a small basket from a cupboard
+and packed several things in it. Then he handed
+it to Ojo.
+
+"Here is some food and a bundle of charms," he
+said. "It is all I can give you, but I am sure you
+will find friends on your journey who will assist
+you in your search. Take care of the Patchwork
+Girl and bring her safely back, for she ought to
+prove useful to my wife. As for the Glass Cat--
+properly named Bungle--if she bothers you I now
+give you my permission to break her in two, for
+she is not respectful and does not obey me. I made
+a mistake in giving her the pink brains, you see."
+
+Then Ojo went to Unc Nunkie and kissed the old
+man's marble face very tenderly.
+
+"I'm going to try to save you, Unc," he said,
+just as if the marble image could hear him; and
+then he shook the crooked hand of the Crooked
+Magician, who was already busy hanging the four
+kettles in the fireplace, and picking up his
+basket left the house.
+
+The Patchwork Girl followed him, and after
+them came the Glass Cat.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Six
+
+The Journey
+
+
+Ojo had never traveled before and so he only knew
+that the path down the mountainside led into the
+open Munchkin Country, where large numbers of
+people dwelt. Scraps was quite new and not
+supposed to know anything of the Land of Oz, while
+the Glass Cat admitted she had never wandered very
+far away from the Magician's house. There was only
+one path before them, at the beginning, so they
+could not miss their way, and for a time they
+walked through the thick forest in silent thought,
+each one impressed with the importance of the
+adventure they had undertaken.
+
+Suddenly the Patchwork Girl laughed. It was
+funny to see her laugh, because her cheeks
+wrinkled up, her nose tipped, her silver button
+eyes twinkled and her mouth curled at the
+corners in a comical way.
+
+"Has something pleased you?" asked Ojo, who was
+feeling solemn and joyless through thinking upon
+his uncle's sad fate.
+
+"Yes," she answered. "Your world pleases me, for
+it's a queer world, and life in it is queerer
+still. Here am I, made from an old bedquilt and
+intended to be a slave to Margolotte, rendered
+free as air by an accident that none of you could
+foresee. I am enjoying life and seeing the world,
+while the woman who made me is standing helpless
+as a block of wood. If that isn't funny enough to
+laugh at, I don't know what is."
+
+"You're not seeing much of the world yet,
+my poor, innocent Scraps," remarked the Cat.
+"The world doesn't consist wholly of the trees
+that are on all sides of us."
+
+"But they're part of it; and aren't they pretty
+trees?" returned Scraps, bobbing her head until
+her brown yarn curls fluttered in the breeze.
+"Growing between them I can see lovely ferns
+and wild-flowers, and soft green mosses. If the
+rest of your world is half as beautiful I shall be
+glad I'm alive."
+
+"I don't know what the rest of the world is
+like, I'm sure," said the cat; "but I mean to
+find out."
+
+"I have never been out of the forest," Ojo
+added; "but to me the trees are gloomy and sad
+and the wild-flowers seem lonesome. It must be
+nicer where there are no trees and there is room
+for lots of people to live together."
+
+"I wonder if any of the people we shall meet
+will be as splendid as I am," said the Patchwork
+Girl. "All I have seen, so far, have pale,
+colorless skins and clothes as blue as the country
+they live in, while I am of many gorgeous colors--
+face and body and clothes. That is why I am bright
+and contented, Ojo, while you are blue and sad."
+
+"I think I made a mistake in giving you so many
+sorts of brains," observed the boy. "Perhaps, as
+the Magician said, you have an overdose, and they
+may not agree with you."
+
+"What had you to do with my brains?" asked
+Scraps.
+
+"A lot," replied Ojo. "Old Margolotte meant
+to give you only a few--just enough to keep
+you going--but when she wasn't looking I added
+a good many more, of the best kinds I could
+find in the Magician's cupboard."
+
+"Thanks," said the girl, dancing along the
+path ahead of Ojo and then dancing back to his
+side. "If a few brains are good, many brains
+must be better."
+
+"But they ought to be evenly balanced," said the
+boy, "and I had no time to be careful. From the
+way you're acting, I guess the dose was badly
+mixed."
+
+"Scraps hasn't enough brains to hurt her, so
+don't worry," remarked the cat, which was trotting
+along in a very dainty and graceful manner. "The
+only brains worth considering are mine, which are
+pink. You can see 'em work."
+
+After walking a long time they came to a little
+brook that trickled across the path, and here Ojo
+sat down to rest and eat something from his
+basket. He found that the Magician had given him
+part of a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese. He
+broke off some of the bread and was surprised to
+find the loaf just as large as it was before. It
+was the same way with the cheese: however much he
+broke off from the slice, it remained exactly the
+same size.
+
+"Ah," said he, nodding wisely; "that's magic.
+Dr. Pipt has enchanted the bread and the cheese,
+so it will last me all through my journey, however
+much I eat."
+
+"Why do you put those things into your mouth?"
+asked Scraps, gazing at him in astonishment. "Do
+you need more stuffing? Then why don't you use
+cotton, such as I am stuffed with?"
+
+"I don't need that kind," said Ojo.
+
+"But a mouth is to talk with, isn't it?"
+
+"It is also to eat with," replied the boy. "If I
+didn't put food into my mouth, and eat it, I would
+get hungry and starve.
+
+"Ah, I didn't know that," she said. "Give me
+some."
+
+Ojo handed her a bit of the bread and she put it
+in her mouth.
+
+"What next?" she asked, scarcely able to speak.
+
+"Chew it and swallow it," said the boy.
+
+Scraps tried that. Her pearl teeth were unable
+to chew the bread and beyond her mouth there was
+no opening. Being unable to swallow she threw away
+the bread and laughed.
+
+"I must get hungry and starve, for I can't eat,"
+she said.
+
+"Neither can I," announced the cat; "but I'm
+not fool enough to try. Can't you understand
+that you and I are superior people and not made
+like these poor humans?"
+
+"Why should I understand that, or anything
+else?" asked the girl. "Don't bother my head by
+asking conundrums, I beg of you. Just let me
+discover myself in my own way."
+
+With this she began amusing herself by leaping
+across the brook and back again.
+
+"Be careful, or you'll fall in the water,"
+warned Ojo.
+
+"Never mind."
+
+"You'd better. If you get wet you'll be soggy
+and can't walk. Your colors might run, too,"
+he said.
+
+"Don't my colors run whenever I run?" she asked.
+
+"Not in the way I mean. If they get wet, the
+reds and greens and yellows and purples of your
+patches might run into each other and become
+just a blur--no color at all, you know."
+
+"Then," said the Patchwork Girl, "I'll be
+careful, for if I spoiled my splendid colors I
+would cease to be beautiful."
+
+"Pah!" sneered the Glass Cat, "such colors are
+not beautiful; they're ugly, and in bad taste.
+Please notice that my body has no color at all.
+I'm transparent, except for my exquisite red heart
+and my lovely pink brains--you can see 'em work."
+
+"Shoo--shoo--shoo!" cried Scraps, dancing
+around and laughing. "And your horrid green eyes,
+Miss Bungle! You can't see your eyes, but we can,
+and I notice you're very proud of what little
+color you have. Shoo, Miss Bungle, shoo--shoo--shoo!
+If you were all colors and many colors, as I am,
+you'd be too stuck up for anything." She leaped
+over the cat and back again, and the startled
+Bungle crept close to a tree to escape her. This
+made Scraps laugh more heartily than ever, and she
+said:
+
+
+    "Whoop-te-doodle-doo!
+    The cat has lost her shoe.
+    Her tootsie's bare, but she don't care,
+    So what's the odds to you?"
+
+
+"Dear me, Ojo," said the cat; "don't you think
+the creature is a little bit crazy?"
+
+"It may be," he answered, with a puzzled look.
+
+"If she continues her insults I'll scratch off
+her suspender-button eyes," declared the cat.
+
+"Don't quarrel, please," pleaded the boy, rising
+to resume the journey. "Let us be good comrades
+and as happy and cheerful as possible, for we are
+likely to meet with plenty of trouble on our way."
+
+It was nearly sundown when they came to the edge
+of the forest and saw spread out before them a
+delightful landscape. There were broad blue fields
+stretching for miles over the valley, which was
+dotted everywhere with pretty, blue domed houses,
+none of which, however, was very near to the place
+where they stood. Just at the point where the path
+left the forest stood a tiny house covered with
+leaves from the trees, and before this stood a
+Munchkin man with an axe in his hand. He seemed
+very much surprised when Ojo and Scraps and the
+Glass Cat came out of the woods, but as the
+Patchwork Girl approached nearer he sat down upon
+a bench and laughed so hard that he could not
+speak for a long time.
+
+This man was a woodchopper and lived all alone
+in the little house. He had bushy blue whiskers
+and merry blue eyes and his blue clothes were quite
+old and worn.
+
+"Mercy me!" exclaimed the woodchopper, when at
+last he could stop laughing. "Who would think such
+a funny harlequin lived in the Land of Oz? Where
+did you come from, Crazy-quilt?"
+
+"Do you mean me?" asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Of course," he replied.
+
+"You misjudge my ancestry. I'm not a crazy-
+quilt; I'm patchwork," she said.
+
+"There's no difference," he replied, beginning
+to laugh again. "When my old grandmother sews such
+things together she calls it a crazy-quilt; but I
+never thought such a jumble could come to life."
+
+"It was the Magic Powder that did it," explained
+Ojo.
+
+"Oh, then you have come from the Crooked
+Magician on the mountain. I might have known it,
+for--Well, I declare! here's a glass cat. But the
+Magician will get in trouble for this; it's
+against the law for anyone to work magic except
+Glinda the Good and the royal Wizard of Oz. If you
+people--or things--or glass spectacles--or crazy-
+quilts--or whatever you are, go near the Emerald
+City, you'll be arrested."
+
+"We're going there, anyhow," declared
+Scraps, sitting upon the bench and swinging her
+stuffed legs.
+
+
+    "If any of us takes a rest,
+    We'll be arrested sure,
+    And get no restitution
+    'Cause the rest we must endure."
+
+
+"I see," said the woodchopper, nodding; "you're
+as crazy as the crazy-quilt you're made of."
+
+"She really is crazy," remarked the Glass Cat.
+"But that isn't to be wondered at when you
+remember how many different things she's made of.
+For my part, I'm made of pure glass--except my
+jewel heart and my pretty pink brains. Did you
+notice my brains, stranger? You can see 'em work."
+
+"So I can," replied the woodchopper; "but I
+can't see that they accomplish much. A glass cat
+is a useless sort of thing, but a Patchwork Girl
+is really useful. She makes me laugh, and laughter
+is the best thing in life. There was once a
+woodchopper, a friend of mine, who was made all of
+tin, and I used to laugh every time I saw him."
+
+"A tin woodchopper?" said Ojo. "That is
+strange."
+
+"My friend wasn't always tin," said the man,
+"but he was careless with his axe, and used to
+chop himself very badly. Whenever he lost an arm
+or a leg he had it replaced with tin; so after a
+while he was all tin."
+
+"And could he chop wood then?" asked the boy.
+
+"He could if he didn't rust his tin joints. But
+one day he met Dorothy in the forest and went with
+her to the Emerald City, where he made his
+fortune. He is now one of the favorites of
+Princess Ozma, and she has made him the Emperor of
+the Winkies--the Country where all is yellow."
+
+"Who is Dorothy?" inquired the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"A little maid who used to live in Kansas, but
+is now a Princess of Oz. She's Ozma's best
+friend, they say, and lives with her in the royal
+palace."
+
+"Is Dorothy made of tin?" inquired Ojo.
+
+"Is she patchwork, like me?" inquired Scraps.
+
+"No," said the man; "Dorothy is flesh, just as I
+am. I know of only one tin person, and that is
+Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman; and there will
+never be but one Patchwork Girl, for any magician
+that sees you will refuse to make another one like
+you."
+
+"I suppose we shall see the Tin Woodman, for we
+are going to the Country of the Winkies," said the
+boy.
+
+"What for?" asked the woodchopper.
+
+"To get the left wing of a yellow butterfly."
+
+"It is a long journey," declared the man, "and
+you will go through lonely parts of Oz and cross
+rivers and traverse dark forests before you get
+there."
+
+"Suits me all right," said Scraps. "I'll get a
+chance to see the country."
+
+"You're crazy, girl. Better crawl into a rag-bag
+and hide there; or give yourself to some little
+girl to play with. Those who travel are likely to
+meet trouble; that's why I stay at home."
+
+The woodchopper then invited them all to
+stay the night at his little hut, but they were
+anxious to get on and so left him and continued
+along the path, which was broader, now, and
+more distinct.
+
+They expected to reach some other house before
+it grew dark, but the twilight was brief and Ojo
+soon began to fear they had made a mistake in
+leaving the woodchopper.
+
+"I can scarcely see the path," he said at last.
+"Can you see it, Scraps?"
+
+"No," replied the Patchwork Girl, who was
+holding fast to the boy's arm so he could
+guide her.
+
+"I can see," declared the Glass Cat. "My eyes
+are better than yours, and my pink brains--"
+
+"Never mind your pink brains, please," said
+Ojo hastily; "just run ahead and show us the
+way. Wait a minute and I'll tie a string to you;
+for then you can lead us."
+
+He got a string from his pocket and tied it
+around the cat's neck, and after that the creature
+guided them along the path. They had proceeded in
+this way for about an hour when a twinkling blue
+light appeared ahead of them.
+
+"Good! there's a house at last," cried Ojo.
+"When we reach it the good people will surely
+welcome us and give us a night's lodging." But
+however far they walked the light seemed to get
+no nearer, so by and by the cat stopped short,
+saying:
+
+"I think the light is traveling, too, and we
+shall never be able to catch up with it. But here
+is a house by the roadside, so why go farther?"
+
+"Where is the house, Bungle?"
+
+"Just here beside us, Scraps."
+
+Ojo was now able to see a small house near
+the pathway. It was dark and silent, but the boy
+was tired and wanted to rest, so he went up to
+the door and knocked.
+
+"Who is there?" cried a voice from within.
+
+"I am Ojo the Unlucky, and with me are
+Miss Scraps Patchwork and the Glass Cat," he
+replied.
+
+"What do you want?" asked the Voice.
+
+"A place to sleep," said Ojo.
+
+"Come in, then; but don't make any noise,
+and you must go directly to bed," returned the
+Voice.
+
+Ojo unlatched the door and entered. It was
+very dark inside and he could see nothing at all.
+But the cat exclaimed: "Why, there's no one
+here!"
+
+"There must be," said the boy. "Some one
+spoke to me."
+
+"I can see everything in the room," replied the
+cat, "and no one is present but ourselves. But
+here are three beds, all made up, so we may as
+well go to sleep."
+
+"What is sleep?" inquired the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"It's what you do when you go to bed," said Ojo.
+
+"But why do you go to bed?" persisted the
+Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Here, here! You are making altogether too
+much noise," cried the Voice they had heard
+before. "Keep quiet, strangers, and go to bed."
+
+The cat, which could see in the dark, looked
+sharply around for the owner of the Voice, but
+could discover no one, although the Voice had
+seemed close beside them. She arched her back
+a little and seemed afraid. Then she whispered
+to Ojo: "Come!" and led him to a bed.
+
+With his hands the boy felt of the bed and
+found it was big and soft, with feather pillows
+and plenty of blankets. So he took off his shoes
+and hat and crept into the bed. Then the cat
+led Scraps to another bed and the Patchwork
+Girl was puzzled to know what to do with it.
+
+"Lie down and keep quiet," whispered the
+cat, warningly.
+
+"Can't I sing?" asked Scraps.
+
+"No."
+
+"Can't I whistle?" asked Scraps.
+
+"No."
+
+"Can't I dance till morning, if I want to?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"You must keep quiet," said the cat, in a soft
+voice.
+
+"I don't want to," replied the Patchwork Girl,
+speaking as loudly as usual. "What right have you
+to order me around? If I want to talk, or yell, or
+whistle--"
+
+Before she could say anything more an unseen
+hand seized her firmly and threw her out of the
+door, which closed behind her with a sharp
+slam. She found herself bumping and rolling in
+the road and when she got up and tried to open
+the door of the house again she found it locked.
+
+"What has happened to Scraps?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Never mind. Let's go to sleep, or something
+will happen to us," answered the Glass Cat.
+
+So Ojo snuggled down in his bed and fell
+asleep, and he was so tired that he never
+wakened until broad daylight.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Seven
+
+The Troublesome Phonograph
+
+
+When the boy opened his eyes next morning he
+looked carefully around the room. These small
+Munchkin houses seldom had more than one room in
+them. That in which Ojo now found himself had
+three beds, set all in a row on one side of it.
+The Glass Cat lay asleep on one bed, Ojo was in
+the second, and the third was neatly made up and
+smoothed for the day. On the other side of the
+room was a round table on which breakfast was
+already placed, smoking hot. Only one chair was
+drawn up to the table, where a place was set for
+one person. No one seemed to be in the room except
+the boy and Bungle.
+
+Ojo got up and put on his shoes. Finding a
+toilet stand at the head of his bed he washed his
+face and hands and brushed his hair. Then he
+went to the table and said:
+
+"I wonder if this is my breakfast?"
+
+"Eat it!" commanded a Voice at his side, so
+near that Ojo jumped. But no person could he
+see.
+
+He was hungry, and the breakfast looked
+good; so he sat down and ate all he wanted.
+Then, rising, he took his hat and wakened the
+Glass Cat.
+
+"Come on, Bungle," said he; "we must go."
+
+He cast another glance about the room and,
+speaking to the air, he said: "Whoever lives here
+has been kind to me, and I'm much obliged."
+
+There was no answer, so he took his basket
+and went out the door, the cat following him.
+In the middle of the path sat the Patchwork
+Girl, playing with pebbles she had picked up.
+
+"Oh, there you are!" she exclaimed cheerfully.
+"I thought you were never coming out. It has been
+daylight a long time."
+
+"What did you do all night?" asked the boy.
+
+"Sat here and watched the stars and the
+moon," she replied. "They're interesting. I never
+saw them before, you know."
+
+"Of course not," said Ojo.
+
+"You were crazy to act so badly and get
+thrown outdoors," remarked Bungle, as they
+renewed their journey.
+
+"That's all right," said Scraps. "If I hadn't
+been thrown out I wouldn't have seen the stars,
+nor the big gray wolf."
+
+"What wolf?" inquired Ojo.
+
+"The one that came to the door of the house
+three times during the night."
+
+"I don't see why that should be," said the
+boy, thoughtfully; "there was plenty to eat in
+that house, for I had a fine breakfast, and I
+slept in a nice bed."
+
+"Don't you feel tired?" asked the Patchwork
+Girl, noticing that the boy yawned.
+
+"Why, yes; I'm as tired as I was last night;
+and yet I slept very well."
+
+"And aren't you hungry?"
+
+"It's strange," replied Ojo. "I had a good
+breakfast, and yet I think I'll now eat some of
+my crackers and cheese."
+
+Scraps danced up and down the path. Then
+she sang:
+
+
+    "Kizzle-kazzle-kore;
+    The wolf is at the door,
+    There's nothing to eat but a bone without meat,
+    And a bill from the grocery store."
+
+
+"What does that mean?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Don't ask me," replied Scraps. "I say what
+comes into my head, but of course I know nothing
+of a grocery store or bones without meat or--
+very much else."
+
+"No," said the cat; "she's stark, staring,
+raving crazy, and her brains can't be pink, for
+they don't work properly."
+
+"Bother the brains!" cried Scraps. "Who cares
+for 'em, anyhow? Have you noticed how beautiful my
+patches are in this sunlight?"
+
+Just then they heard a sound as of footsteps
+pattering along the path behind them and all three
+turned to see what was coming. To their
+astonishment they beheld a small round table
+running as fast as its four spindle legs could
+carry it, and to the top was screwed fast a
+phonograph with a big gold horn.
+
+"Hold on!" shouted the phonograph. "Wait for
+me!"
+
+"Goodness me; it's that music thing which the
+Crooked Magician scattered the Powder of Life
+over," said Ojo.
+
+"So it is," returned Bungle, in a grumpy tone of
+voice; and then, as the phonograph overtook them,
+the Glass Cat added sternly: "What are you doing
+here, anyhow?"
+
+"I've run away," said the music thing. "After
+you left, old Dr. Pipt and I had a dreadful
+quarrel and he threatened to smash me to pieces if
+I didn't keep quiet. Of course I wouldn't do that,
+because a talking-machine is supposed to talk and
+make a noise--and sometimes music. So I slipped out
+of the house while the Magician was stirring his
+four kettles and I've been running after you all
+night. Now that I've found such pleasant company,
+I can talk and play tunes all I want to."
+
+Ojo was greatly annoyed by this unwelcome
+addition to their party. At first he did not know
+what to say to the newcomer, but a little thought
+decided him not to make friends.
+
+"We are traveling on important business," he
+declared, "and you'll excuse me if I say we can't
+be bothered."
+
+"How very impolite!" exclaimed the phonograph.
+
+"I'm sorry; but it's true," said the boy. "You'll
+have to go somewhere else."
+
+"This is very unkind treatment, I must say,"
+whined the phonograph, in an injured tone.
+"Everyone seems to hate me, and yet I was intended
+to amuse people."
+
+"It isn't you we hate, especially," observed
+the Glass Cat; "it's your dreadful music. When
+I lived in the same room with you I was much
+annoyed by your squeaky horn. It growls and
+grumbles and clicks and scratches so it spoils
+the music, and your machinery rumbles so that
+the racket drowns every tune you attempt."
+
+"That isn't my fault; it's the fault of my
+records. I must admit that I haven't a clear
+record," answered the machine.
+
+"Just the same, you'll have to go away," said
+Ojo.
+
+"Wait a minute," cried Scraps. "This music
+thing interests me. I remember to have heard
+music when I first came to life, and I would like
+to hear it again. What is your name, my poor
+abused phonograph?"
+
+"Victor Columbia Edison," it answered.
+
+"Well, I shall call you 'Vic' for short," said
+the Patchwork Girl. "Go ahead and play something."
+
+"It'll drive you crazy," warned the cat.
+
+"I'm crazy now, according to your statement.
+Loosen up and reel out the music, Vic."
+
+"The only record I have with me," explained
+the phonograph, "is one the Magician attached
+just before we had our quarrel. It's a highly
+classical composition."
+
+"A what?" inquired Scraps.
+
+"It is classical music, and is considered the
+best and most puzzling ever manufactured.
+You're supposed to like it, whether you do or
+not, and if you don't, the proper thing is to look
+as if you did. Understand?"
+
+"Not in the least," said Scraps.
+
+"Then, listen!"
+
+At once the machine began to play and in a
+few minutes Ojo put his hands to his ears to
+shut out the sounds and the cat snarled and
+Scraps began to laugh.
+
+"Cut it out, Vic," she said. "That's enough."
+
+But the phonograph continued playing the dreary
+tune, so Ojo seized the crank, jerked it free and
+threw it into the road. However, the moment the
+crank struck the ground it bounded back to the
+machine again and began winding it up. And still
+the music played.
+
+"Let's run!" cried Scraps, and they all started
+and ran down the path as fast as they could go.
+But the phonograph was right behind them
+and could run and play at the same time. It
+called out, reproachfully:
+
+"What's the matter? Don't you love classical
+music?"
+
+"No, Vic," said Scraps, halting. "We will
+passical the classical and preserve what joy we
+have left. I haven't any nerves, thank goodness,
+but your music makes my cotton shrink."
+
+"Then turn over my record. There's a rag-time
+tune on the other side," said the machine.
+
+"What's rag-time?"
+
+"The opposite of classical."
+
+"All right," said Scraps, and turned over the
+record.
+
+The phonograph now began to play a jerky jumble
+of sounds which proved so bewildering that after a
+moment Scraps stuffed her patchwork apron into the
+gold horn and cried: "Stop--stop! That's the other
+extreme. It's extremely bad!"
+
+Muffled as it was, the phonograph played on.
+
+"If you don't shut off that music I'll smash
+your record," threatened Ojo.
+
+The music stopped, at that, and the machine
+turned its horn from one to another and said
+with great indignation: "What's the matter
+now? Is it possible you can't appreciate rag-
+time?"
+
+"Scraps ought to, being rags herself," said
+the cat; "but I simply can't stand it; it makes
+my whiskers curl."
+
+"It is, indeed, dreadful!" exclaimed Ojo, with
+a shudder.
+
+"It's enough to drive a crazy lady mad,"
+murmured the Patchwork Girl. "I'll tell you what,
+Vic," she added as she smoothed out her apron and
+put it on again, "for some reason or other you've
+missed your guess. You're not a concert; you're a
+nuisance."
+
+"Music hath charms to soothe the savage
+breast," asserted the phonograph sadly.
+
+"Then we're not savages. I advise you to go
+home and beg the Magician's pardon."
+
+"Never! He'd smash me."
+
+"That's what we shall do, if you stay here,"
+Ojo declared.
+
+"Run along, Vic, and bother some one else,"
+advised Scraps. "Find some one who is real
+wicked, and stay with him till he repents. In
+that way you can do some good in the world."
+
+The music thing turned silently away and
+trotted down a side path, toward a distant
+Munchkin village.
+
+"Is that the way we go?" asked Bungle anxiously.
+
+"No," said Ojo; "I think we shall keep straight
+ahead, for this path is the widest and best.
+When we come to some house we will inquire
+the way to the Emerald City."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Eight
+
+The Foolish Owl and the Wise Donkey
+
+
+On they went, and half an hour's steady walking
+brought them to a house somewhat better than the
+two they had already passed. It stood close to the
+roadside and over the door was a sign that read:
+"Miss Foolish Owl and Mr. Wise Donkey: Public
+Advisers."
+
+When Ojo read this sign aloud Scraps said
+laughingly: "Well, here is a place to get all the
+advice we want, maybe more than we need. Let's go
+in."
+
+The boy knocked at the door.
+
+"Come in!" called a deep bass voice.
+
+So they opened the door and entered the house,
+where a little light-brown donkey, dressed in a
+blue apron and a blue cap, was engaged in dusting
+the furniture with a blue cloth. On a shelf over
+the window sat a great blue owl with a blue
+sunbonnet on her head, blinking her big round
+eyes at the visitors.
+
+"Good morning," said the donkey, in his deep
+voice, which seemed bigger than he was. "Did
+you come to us for advice?"
+
+"Why, we came, anyhow," replied Scraps, "and now
+we are here we may as well have some advice. It's
+free, isn't it?"
+
+"Certainly," said the donkey. "Advice doesn't
+cost anything--unless you follow it. Permit me to
+say, by the way, that you are the queerest lot of
+travelers that ever came to my shop. Judging you
+merely by appearances, I think you'd better talk
+to the Foolish Owl yonder."
+
+They turned to look at the bird, which fluttered
+its wings and stared back at them with its big
+eyes.
+
+"Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot!" cried the owl.
+
+
+    "Fiddle-cum-foo,
+    Howdy-do?
+    Riddle-cum, tiddle-cum,
+    Too-ra-la-loo!"
+
+
+"That beats your poetry, Scraps," said Ojo.
+
+"It's just nonsense!" declared the Glass Cat.
+
+"But it's good advice for the foolish," said
+the donkey, admiringly. "Listen to my partner,
+and you can't go wrong."
+
+Said the owl in a grumbling voice:
+
+
+    "Patchwork Girl has come to life;
+    No one's sweetheart, no one's wife;
+    Lacking sense and loving fun,
+    She'll be snubbed by everyone."
+
+
+"Quite a compliment! Quite a compliment, I
+declare," exclaimed the donkey, turning to look at
+Scraps. "You are certainly a wonder, my dear, and
+I fancy you'd make a splendid pincushion. If you
+belonged to me, I'd wear smoked glasses when I
+looked at you."
+
+"Why?" asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Because you are so gay and gaudy."
+
+"It is my beauty that dazzles you," she
+asserted. "You Munchkin people all strut around in
+your stupid blue color, while I--"
+
+"You are wrong in calling me a Munchkin,"
+interrupted the donkey, "for I was born in the
+Land of Mo and came to visit the Land of Oz
+on the day it was shut off from all the rest of
+the world. So here I am obliged to stay, and I
+confess it is a very pleasant country to live in."
+
+"Hoot-ti-toot!" cried the owl;
+
+
+    "Ojo's searching for a charm,
+    'Cause Unc Nunkie's come to harm.
+    Charms are scarce; they're hard to get;
+    Ojo's got a job, you bet!"
+
+
+"Is the owl so very foolish?" asked the boy.
+
+"Extremely so," replied the donkey. "Notice what
+vulgar expressions she uses. But I admire the owl
+for the reason that she is positively foolish.
+Owls are supposed to be so very wise, generally,
+that a foolish one is unusual, and you perhaps
+know that anything or anyone unusual is sure to be
+interesting to the wise."
+
+The owl flapped its wings again, muttering
+these words:
+
+
+    "It's hard to be a glassy cat--
+    No cat can be more hard than that;
+    She's so transparent, every act
+    Is clear to us, and that's a fact."
+
+
+"Have you noticed my pink brains?" inquired
+Bungle, proudly. "You can see 'em work."
+
+"Not in the daytime," said the donkey. "She
+can't see very well by day, poor thing. But her
+advice is excellent. I advise you all to follow it."
+
+"The owl hasn't given us any advice, as yet,"
+the boy declared.
+
+"No? Then what do you call all those sweet
+poems?"
+
+"Just foolishness," replied Ojo. "Scraps does
+the same thing."
+
+"Foolishness! Of course! To be sure! The Foolish
+Owl must be foolish or she wouldn't be the Foolish
+Owl. You are very complimentary to my partner,
+indeed," asserted the donkey, rubbing his front
+hoofs together as if highly pleased.
+
+"The sign says that you are wise," remarked
+Scraps to the donkey. "I wish you would prove it."
+
+"With great pleasure," returned the beast.
+"Put me to the test, my dear Patches, and I'll
+prove my wisdom in the wink of an eye."
+
+"What is the best way to get to the Emerald
+City?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Walk," said the donkey.
+
+"I know; but what road shall I take?" was the
+boy's next question.
+
+"The road of yellow bricks, of course. It leads
+directly to the Emerald City."
+
+"And how shall we find the road of yellow
+bricks?"
+
+"By keeping along the path you have been
+following. You'll come to the yellow bricks pretty
+soon, and you'll know them when you see them
+because they're the only yellow things in the
+blue country."
+
+"Thank you," said the boy. "At last you have
+told me something."
+
+"Is that the extent of your wisdom?" asked
+Scraps.
+
+"No," replied the donkey; "I know many
+other things, but they wouldn't interest you.
+So I'll give you a last word of advice: move on,
+for the sooner you do that the sooner you'll
+get to the Emerald City of Oz."
+
+"Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot-ti-too!" screeched the owl;
+
+
+    "Off you go! fast or slow,
+    Where you're going you don't know.
+    Patches, Bungle, Muchkin lad,
+    Facing fortunes good and bad,
+    Meeting dangers grave and sad,
+    Sometimes worried, sometimes glad--
+    Where you're going you don't know,
+    Nor do I, but off you go!"
+
+
+"Sounds like a hint, to me," said the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Then let's take it and go," replied Ojo.
+
+They said good-bye to the Wise Donkey and the
+Foolish Owl and at once resumed their journey.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Nine
+
+They Meet the Woozy
+
+
+"There seem to be very few houses around here,
+after all," remarked Ojo, after they had walked
+for a time in silence.
+
+"Never mind," said Scraps; "we are not looking
+for houses, but rather the road of yellow bricks.
+Won't it be funny to run across something yellow
+in this dismal blue country?"
+
+"There are worse colors than yellow in this
+country," asserted the Glass Cat, in a spiteful
+tone.
+
+"Oh; do you mean the pink pebbles you call
+your brains, and your red heart and green eyes?"
+asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"No; I mean you, if you must know it," growled
+the cat.
+
+"You're jealous!" laughed Scraps. "You'd give
+your whiskers for a lovely variegated complexion
+like mine."
+
+"I wouldn't!" retorted the cat. "I've the
+clearest complexion in the world, and I don't
+employ a beauty-doctor, either."
+
+"I see you don't," said Scraps.
+
+"Please don't quarrel," begged Ojo. "This is an
+important journey, and quarreling makes me
+discouraged. To be brave, one must be cheerful, so
+I hope you will be as good-tempered as possible."
+
+They had traveled some distance when suddenly
+they faced a high fence which barred any further
+progress straight ahead. It ran directly across
+the road and enclosed a small forest of tall
+trees, set close together. When the group of
+adventurers peered through the bars of the fence
+they thought this forest looked more gloomy and
+forbidding than any they had ever seen before.
+
+They soon discovered that the path they had
+been following now made a bend and passed
+around the enclosure, but what made Ojo stop
+and look thoughtful was a sign painted on the
+fence which read:
+
+
+    "BEWARE OF THE WOOZY!"
+
+
+"That means," he said, "that there's a Woozy
+inside that fence, and the Woozy must be a
+dangerous animal or they wouldn't tell people
+to beware of it."
+
+"Let's keep out, then," replied Scraps. "That
+path is outside the fence, and Mr. Woozy may have
+all his little forest to himself, for all we care."
+
+"But one of our errands is to find a Woozy,"
+Ojo explained. "The Magician wants me to get
+three hairs from the end of a Woozy's tail."
+
+"Let's go on and find some other Woozy,"
+suggested the cat. "This one is ugly and
+dangerous, or they wouldn't cage him up. Maybe
+we shall find another that is tame and gentle."
+
+"Perhaps there isn't any other, at all,"
+answered Ojo. "The sign doesn't say: 'Beware a
+Woozy'; it says: 'Beware the Woozy,' which may
+mean there's only one in all the Land of Oz."
+
+"Then," said Scraps, "suppose we go in and
+find him? Very likely if we ask him politely to
+let us pull three hairs out of the tip of his tail
+he won't hurt us."
+
+"It would hurt him, I'm sure, and that would
+make him cross," said the cat.
+
+"You needn't worry, Bungle," remarked the
+Patchwork Girl; "for if there is danger you can
+climb a tree. Ojo and I are not afraid; are we,
+Ojo?"
+
+"I am, a little," the boy admitted; "but this
+danger must be faced, if we intend to save poor
+Unc Nunkie. How shall we get over the fence?"
+
+"Climb," answered Scraps, and at once she began
+climbing up the rows of bars. Ojo followed and
+found it more easy than he had expected. When they
+got to the top of the fence they began to get down
+on the other side and soon were in the forest. The
+Glass Cat, being small, crept between the lower
+bars and joined them.
+
+Here there was no path of any sort, so they
+entered the woods, the boy leading the way,
+and wandered through the trees until they were
+nearly in the center of the forest. They now
+came upon a clear space in which stood a rocky
+cave.
+
+So far they had met no living creature, but
+when Ojo saw the cave he knew it must be the
+den of the Woozy.
+
+It is hard to face any savage beast without
+a sinking of the heart, but still more terrifying
+is it to face an unknown beast, which you have
+never seen even a picture of. So there is little
+wonder that the pulses of the Munchkin boy
+beat fast as he and his companions stood facing
+the cave. The opening was perfectly square,
+and about big enough to admit a goat.
+
+"I guess the Woozy is asleep," said Scraps.
+"Shall I throw in a stone, to waken him?"
+
+"No; please don't," answered Ojo, his voice
+trembling a little. "I'm in no hurry."
+
+But he had not long to wait, for the Woozy
+heard the sound of voices and came trotting out
+of his cave. As this is the only Woozy that has
+ever lived, either in the Land of Oz or out of
+it, I must describe it to you.
+
+The creature was all squares and flat surfaces
+and edges. Its head was an exact square, like
+one of the building-blocks a child plays with;
+therefore it had no ears, but heard sounds
+through two openings in the upper corners. Its
+nose, being in the center of a square surface,
+was flat, while the mouth was formed by the
+opening of the lower edge of the block. The
+body of the Woozy was much larger than its
+head, but was likewise block-shaped--being
+twice as long as it was wide and high. The tail
+was square and stubby and perfectly straight,
+and the four legs were made in the same way,
+each being four-sided. The animal was covered
+with a thick, smooth skin and had no hair at all
+except at the extreme end of its tail, where there
+grew exactly three stiff, stubby hairs. The beast
+was dark blue in color and his face was not
+fierce nor ferocious in expression, but rather
+good-humored and droll.
+
+Seeing the strangers, the Woozy folded his
+hind legs as if they had been hinged and sat
+down to look his visitors over.
+
+"Well, well," he exclaimed; "what a queer lot
+you are! At first I thought some of those
+miserable Munchkin farmers had come to annoy me,
+but I am relieved to find you in their stead. It
+is plain to me that you are a remarkable group--as
+remarkable in your way as I am in mine--and so you
+are welcome to my domain. Nice place, isn't it?
+But lonesome--dreadfully lonesome."
+
+"Why did they shut you up here?" asked
+Scraps, who was regarding the queer, square
+creature with much curiosity.
+
+"Because I eat up all the honey-bees which
+the Munchkin farmers who live around here
+keep to make them honey."
+
+"Are you fond of eating honey-bees?" inquired
+the boy.
+
+"Very. They are really delicious. But the
+farmers did not like to lose their bees and so
+they tried to destroy me. Of course they couldn't
+do that."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"My skin is so thick and tough that nothing can
+get through it to hurt me. So, finding they could
+not destroy me, they drove me into this forest and
+built a fence around me. Unkind, wasn't it?"
+
+"But what do you eat now?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Nothing at all. I've tried the leaves from the
+trees and the mosses and creeping vines, but they
+don't seem to suit my taste. So, there being no
+honey-bees here, I've eaten nothing for years.
+
+"You must be awfully hungry," said the boy.
+"I've got some bread and cheese in my basket.
+Would you like that kind of food?"
+
+"Give me a nibble and I will try it; then I
+can tell you better whether it is grateful to my
+appetite," returned the Woozy.
+
+So the boy opened his basket and broke a
+piece off the loaf of bread. He tossed it toward
+the Woozy, who cleverly caught it in his mouth
+and ate it in a twinkling.
+
+"That's rather good," declared the animal.
+"Any more?"
+
+"Try some cheese," said Ojo, and threw down a
+piece.
+
+The Woozy ate that, too, and smacked its long,
+thin lips.
+
+"That's mighty good!" it exclaimed. "Any more?"
+
+"Plenty," replied Ojo. So he sat down on a Stump
+and fed the Woozy bread and cheese for a long
+time; for, no matter how much the boy broke off,
+the loaf and the slice remained just as big.
+
+"That'll do," said the Woozy, at last; "I'm
+quite full. I hope the strange food won't give
+me indigestion."
+
+"I hope not," said Ojo. "It's what I eat."
+
+"Well, I must say I'm much obliged, and
+I'm glad you came," announced the beast. "Is
+there anything I can do in return for your
+kindness?"
+
+"Yes," said Ojo earnestly, "you have it in
+your power to do me a great favor, if you will."
+
+"What is it?" asked the Woozy. "Name the
+favor and I will grant it."
+
+"I--I want three hairs from the tip of your
+tail," said Ojo, with some hesitation.
+
+"Three hairs! Why, that's all I have--on my
+tail or anywhere else," exclaimed the beast.
+
+"I know; but I want them very much."
+
+"They are my sole ornaments, my prettiest
+feature," said the Woozy, uneasily. "If I give
+up those three hairs I--I'm just a blockhead."
+
+"Yet I must have them," insisted the boy,
+firmly, and he then told the Woozy all about the
+accident to Unc Nunkie and Margolotte, and how the
+three hairs were to be a part of the magic charm
+that would restore them to life. The beast
+listened with attention and when Ojo had finished
+the recital it said, with a sigh:
+
+"I always keep my word, for I pride myself on
+being square. So you may have the three hairs, and
+welcome. I think, under such circumstances, it
+would be selfish in me to refuse you."
+
+"Thank you! Thank you very much," cried
+the boy, joyfully. "May I pull out the hairs
+now?"
+
+"Any time you like," answered the Woozy.
+
+So Ojo went up to the queer creature and
+taking hold of one of the hairs began to pull.
+He pulled harder. He pulled with all his might;
+but the hair remained fast.
+
+"What's the trouble?" asked the Woozy,
+which Ojo had dragged here and there all
+around the clearing in his endeavor to pull out
+the hair.
+
+"It won't come," said the boy, panting.
+
+"I was afraid of that," declared the beast.
+"You'll have to pull harder."
+
+"I'll help you," exclaimed Scraps, coming to
+the boy's side. "You pull the hair, and I'll pull
+you, and together we ought to get it out easily."
+
+"Wait a jiffy," called the Woozy, and then
+it went to a tree and hugged it with its front
+paws, so that its body couldn't be dragged
+around by the pull. "All ready, now. Go ahead!"
+
+Ojo grasped the hair with both hands and
+pulled with all his strength, while Scraps seized
+the boy around his waist and added her strength
+to his. But the hair wouldn't budge. Instead, it
+slipped out of Ojo's hands and he and Scraps
+both rolled upon the ground in a heap and never
+stopped until they bumped against the rocky
+cave.
+
+"Give it up," advised the Glass Cat, as the
+boy arose and assisted the Patchwork Girl to her
+feet. "A dozen strong men couldn't pull out
+those hairs. I believe they're clinched on the
+under side of the Woozy's thick skin."
+
+"Then what shall I do?" asked the boy,
+despairingly. "If on our return I fail to take
+these three hairs to the Crooked Magician, the
+other things I have come to seek will be of no
+use at all, and we cannot restore Unc Nunkie
+and Margolotte to life."
+
+"They're goners, I guess," said the Patchwork
+Girl.
+
+"Never mind," added the cat. "I can't see that
+old Unc and Margolotte are worth all this trouble,
+anyhow."
+
+But Ojo did not feel that way. He was so
+disheartened that he sat down upon a stump and
+began to cry.
+
+The Woozy looked at the boy thoughtfully.
+
+"Why don't you take me with you?" asked the
+beast. "Then, when at last you get to the
+Magician's house, he can surely find some way to
+pull out those three hairs."
+
+Ojo was overjoyed at this suggestion.
+
+"That's it!" he cried, wiping away the tears
+and springing to his feet with a smile. "If I take
+the three hairs to the Magician, it won't matter
+if they are still in your body."
+
+"It can't matter in the least," agreed the
+Woozy.
+
+"Come on, then," said the boy, picking up his
+basket; "let us start at once. I have several other
+things to find, you know."
+
+But the Glass Cat gave a little laugh and
+inquired in her scornful way:
+
+"How do you intend to get the beast out of this
+forest?"
+
+That puzzled them all for a time.
+
+"Let us go to the fence, and then we may find a
+way," suggested Scraps. So they walked through the
+forest to the fence, reaching it at a point
+exactly opposite that where they had entered the
+enclosure.
+
+"How did you get in?" asked the Woozy.
+
+"We climbed over," answered Ojo.
+
+"I can't do that," said the beast. "I'm a very
+swift runner, for I can overtake a honey-bee as
+it flies; and I can jump very high, which is the
+reason they made such a tall fence to keep me
+in. But I can't climb at all, and I'm too big to
+squeeze between the bars of the fence."
+
+Ojo tried to think what to do.
+
+"Can you dig?" he asked.
+
+"No," answered the Woozy, "for I have no
+claws. My feet are quite flat on the bottom of
+them. Nor can I gnaw away the boards, as I
+have no teeth."
+
+"You're not such a terrible creature, after all,"
+remarked Scraps.
+
+"You haven't heard me growl, or you wouldn't say
+that," declared the Woozy. "When I growl, the
+sound echoes like thunder all through the valleys
+and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and
+women cover their heads with their aprons, and big
+men run and hide. I suppose there is nothing in
+the world so terrible to listen to as the growl of
+a Woozy."
+
+"Please don't growl, then," begged Ojo,
+earnestly.
+
+"There is no danger of my growling, for
+I am not angry. Only when angry do I utter
+my fearful, ear-splitting, soul-shuddering growl.
+Also, when I am angry, my eyes flash fire,
+whether I growl or not."
+
+"Real fire?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Of course, real fire. Do you suppose they'd
+flash imitation fire?" inquired the Woozy, in an
+injured tone.
+
+"In that case, I've solved the riddle," cried
+Scraps, dancing with glee. "Those fence-boards
+are made of wood, and if the Woozy stands
+close to the fence and lets his eyes flash fire,
+they might set fire to the fence and burn it up.
+Then he could walk away with us easily, being
+free."
+
+"Ah, I have never thought of that plan, or I
+would have been free long ago," said the Woozy.
+"But I cannot flash fire from my eyes unless I am
+very angry."
+
+"Can't you get angry 'bout something, please?"
+asked Ojo.
+
+"I'll try. You just say 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me."
+
+"Will that make you angry?" inquired the boy.
+
+"Terribly angry."
+
+"What does it mean?" asked Scraps.
+
+"I don't know; that's what makes me so angry,"
+replied the Woozy.
+
+He then stood close to the fence, with his
+head near one of the boards, and Scraps called out
+"Krizzle-Kroo!" Then Ojo said "Krizzle-Kroo!"
+and the Glass Cat said "Krizzle-Kroo!" The Woozy
+began to tremble with anger and small sparks
+darted from his eyes. Seeing this, they all cried
+"Krizzle-Kroo!" together, and that made the
+beast's eyes flash fire so fiercely that the
+fence-board caught the sparks and began to smoke.
+Then it burst into flame, and the Woozy stepped
+back and said triumphantly:
+
+"Aha! That did the business, all right. It was
+a happy thought for you to yell all together, for
+that made me as angry as I have ever been.
+Fine sparks, weren't they?"
+
+"Reg'lar fireworks," replied Scraps, admiringly.
+
+In a few moments the board had burned to a
+distance of several feet, leaving an opening big
+enough for them all to pass through. Ojo broke
+some branches from a tree and with them
+whipped the fire until it was extinguished.
+
+"We don't want to burn the whole fence
+down," said he, "for the flames would attract
+the attention of the Munchkin farmers, who
+would then come and capture the Woozy again.
+I guess they'll be rather surprised when they
+find he's escaped."
+
+"So they will," declared the Woozy, chuckling
+gleefully. "When they find I'm gone the farmers
+will be badly scared, for they'll expect me to eat
+up their honey-bees, as I did before."
+
+"That reminds me," said the boy, "that you must
+promise not to eat honey-bees while you are in our
+company."
+
+"None at all?"
+
+"Not a bee. You would get us all into trouble,
+and we can't afford to have any more trouble than
+is necessary. I'll feed you all the bread and
+cheese you want, and that must satisfy you."
+
+"All right; I'll promise," said the Woozy,
+cheerfully. "And when I promise anything you
+can depend on it, 'cause I'm square."
+
+"I don't see what difference that makes,"
+observed the Patchwork Girl, as they found the
+path and continued their journey. "The shape
+doesn't make a thing honest, does it?"
+
+"Of course it does," returned the Woozy, very
+decidedly. "No one could trust that Crooked
+Magician, for instance, just because he is
+crooked; but a square Woozy couldn't do anything
+crooked if he wanted to."
+
+"I am neither square nor crooked," said
+Scraps, looking down at her plump body.
+
+"No; you're round, so you're liable to do
+anything," asserted the Woozy. "Do not blame me,
+Miss Gorgeous, if I regard you with suspicion.
+Many a satin ribbon has a cotton back."
+
+Scraps didn't understand this, but she had an
+uneasy misgiving that she had a cotton back
+herself. It would settle down, at times, and make
+her squat and dumpy, and then she had to roll
+herself in the road until her body stretched out again.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Ten
+
+Shaggy Man to the Rescue
+
+
+They had not gone very far before Bungle, who had
+run on ahead, came bounding back to say that the
+road of yellow bricks was just before them. At
+once they hurried forward to see what this famous
+road looked like.
+
+It was a broad road, but not straight, for it
+wandered over hill and dale and picked out the
+easiest places to go. All its length and breadth
+was paved with smooth bricks of a bright yellow
+color, so it was smooth and level except in a few
+places where the bricks had crumbled or been
+removed, leaving holes that might cause the unwary
+to stumble.
+
+"I wonder," said Ojo, looking up and down the
+road, "which way to go."
+
+"Where are you bound for?" asked the Woozy.
+
+"The Emerald City," he replied.
+
+"Then go west," said the Woozy. "I know this
+road pretty well, for I've chased many a honey-bee
+over it."
+
+"Have you ever been to the Emerald City?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"No. I am very shy by nature, as you may have
+noticed, so I haven't mingled much in society."
+
+"Are you afraid of men?" inquired the Patchwork
+Girl.
+
+"Me? With my heart-rending growl--my horrible,
+shudderful growl? I should say not. I am not
+afraid of anything," declared the Woozy.
+
+"I wish I could say the same," sighed Ojo. "I
+don't think we need be afraid when we get to the
+Emerald City, for Unc Nunkie has told me that
+Ozma, our girl Ruler, is very lovely and kind, and
+tries to help everyone who is in trouble. But they
+say there are many dangers lurking on the road to
+the great Fairy City, and so we must be very
+careful."
+
+"I hope nothing will break me," said the
+Glass Cat, in a nervous voice. "I'm a little brittle,
+you know, and can't stand many hard knocks."
+
+"If anything should fade the colors of my lovely
+patches it would break my heart," said the
+Patchwork Girl.
+
+"I'm not sure you have a heart," Ojo reminded
+her.
+
+"Then it would break my cotton," persisted
+Scraps. "Do you think they are all fast colors,
+Ojo?" she asked anxiously.
+
+"They seem fast enough when you run," he
+replied; and then, looking ahead of them, he
+exclaimed: "Oh, what lovely trees!"
+
+They were certainly pretty to look upon and
+the travelers hurried forward to observe them
+more closely.
+
+"Why, they are not trees at all," said Scraps;
+"they are just monstrous plants."
+
+That is what they really were: masses of great
+broad leaves which rose from the ground far into
+the air, until they towered twice as high as the
+top of the Patchwork Girl's head, who was a little
+taller than Ojo. The plants formed rows on both
+sides of the road and from each plant rose a dozen
+or more of the big broad leaves, which swayed
+continually from side to side, although no wind
+was blowing. But the most curious thing about the
+swaying leaves was their color. They seemed to
+have a general groundwork of blue, but here and
+there other colors glinted at times through the
+blue--gorgeous yellows, turning to pink, purple,
+orange and scarlet, mingled with more sober browns
+and grays--each appearing as a blotch or stripe
+anywhere on a leaf and then disappearing, to be
+replaced by some other color of a different shape.
+The changeful coloring of the great leaves was
+very beautiful, but it was bewildering, as well,
+and the novelty of the scene drew our travelers
+close to the line of plants, where they stood
+watching them with rapt interest.
+
+Suddenly a leaf bent lower than usual and
+touched the Patchwork Girl. Swiftly it enveloped
+her in its embrace, covering her completely in
+its thick folds, and then it swayed back upon its
+stem.
+
+"Why, she's gone!" gasped Ojo, in amazement, and
+listening carefully he thought he could hear the
+muffled screams of Scraps coming from the center
+of the folded leaf. But, before he could think
+what he ought to do to save her, another leaf bent
+down and captured the Glass Cat, rolling around
+the little creature until she was completely
+hidden, and then straightening up again upon its
+stem.
+
+"Look out," cried the Woozy. "Run! Run
+fast, or you are lost."
+
+Ojo turned and saw the Woozy running
+swiftly up the road. But the last leaf of the row
+of plants seized the beast even as he ran and
+instantly he disappeared from sight.
+
+The boy had no chance to escape. Half a dozen of
+the great leaves were bending toward him from
+different directions and as he stood hesitating
+one of them clutched him in its embrace. In a
+flash he was in the dark. Then he felt himself
+gently lifted until he was swaying in the air,
+with the folds of the leaf hugging him on all
+sides.
+
+At first he struggled hard to escape, crying
+out in anger: "Let me go! Let me go!" But
+neither struggles nor protests had any effect
+whatever. The leaf held him firmly and he was
+a prisoner.
+
+Then Ojo quieted himself and tried to think.
+Despair fell upon him when he remembered that all
+his little party had been captured, even as he
+was, and there was none to save them.
+
+"I might have expected it," he sobbed,
+miserably. "I'm Ojo the Unlucky, and something
+dreadful was sure to happen to me."
+
+He pushed against the leaf that held him and
+found it to be soft, but thick and firm. It was
+like a great bandage all around him and he
+found it difficult to move his body or limbs in
+order to change their position.
+
+The minutes passed and became hours. Ojo
+wondered how long one could live in such a
+condition and if the leaf would gradually sap
+his strength and even his life, in order to feed
+itself. The little Munchkin boy had never heard
+of any person dying in the Land of Oz, but he
+knew one could suffer a great deal of pain. His
+greatest fear at this time was that he would
+always remain imprisoned in the beautiful leaf
+and never see the light of day again.
+
+No sound came to him through the leaf; all
+around was intense silence. Ojo wondered if Scraps
+had stopped screaming, or if the folds of the leaf
+prevented his hearing her. By and by he thought he
+heard a whistle, as of some one whistling a tune.
+Yes; it really must be some one whistling, he
+decided, for he could follow the strains of a
+pretty Munchkin melody that Unc Nunkie used to
+sing to him. The sounds were low and sweet and,
+although they reached Ojo's ears very faintly,
+they were clear and harmonious.
+
+Could the leaf whistle, Ojo wondered? Nearer and
+nearer came the sounds and then they seemed to be
+just the other side of the leaf that was hugging
+him.
+
+Suddenly the whole leaf toppled and fell,
+carrying the boy with it, and while he sprawled at
+full length the folds slowly relaxed and set him
+free. He scrambled quickly to his feet and found
+that a strange man was standing before him--a man
+so curious in appearance that the boy stared with
+round eyes.
+
+He was a big man, with shaggy whiskers, shaggy
+eyebrows, shaggy hair--but kindly blue eyes that
+were gentle as those of a cow. On his head was a
+green velvet hat with a jeweled band, which was
+all shaggy around the brim. Rich but shaggy laces
+were at his throat; a coat with shaggy edges was
+decorated with diamond buttons; the velvet
+breeches had jeweled buckles at the knees and
+shags all around the bottoms. On his breast hung a
+medallion bearing a picture of Princess Dorothy of
+Oz, and in his hand, as he stood looking at Ojo,
+was a sharp knife shaped like a dagger.
+
+"Oh!" exclaimed Ojo, greatly astonished at the
+sight of this stranger; and then he added: "Who
+has saved me, sir?"
+
+"Can't you see?" replied the other, with a
+smile; "I'm the Shaggy Man."
+
+"Yes; I can see that," said the boy, nodding.
+"Was it you who rescued me from the leaf?"
+
+"None other, you may be sure. But take care,
+or I shall have to rescue you again."
+
+Ojo gave a jump, for he saw several broad
+leaves leaning toward him; but the Shaggy Man
+began to whistle again, and at the sound the
+leaves all straightened up on their stems and
+kept still.
+
+The man now took Ojo's arm and led him
+up the road, past the last of the great plants,
+and not till he was safely beyond their reach did
+he cease his whistling.
+
+"You see, the music charms 'em," said he.
+"Singing or whistling--it doesn't matter which--
+makes 'em behave, and nothing else will. I always
+whistle as I go by 'em and so they always let me
+alone. To-day as I went by, whistling, I saw a leaf
+curled and knew there must be something inside it.
+I cut down the leaf with my knife and--out you
+popped. Lucky I passed by, wasn't it?"
+
+"You were very kind," said Ojo, "and I thank
+you. Will you please rescue my companions, also?"
+
+"What companions?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"The leaves grabbed them all," said the boy.
+"There's a Patchwork Girl and--"
+
+"A what?"
+
+"A girl made of patchwork, you know. She's
+alive and her name is Scraps. And there's a
+Glass Cat--"
+
+"Glass?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"All glass."
+
+"And alive?"
+
+"Yes," said Ojo; "she has pink brains. And
+there's a Woozy--"
+
+"What's a Woozy?" inquired the Shaggy Man.
+
+"Why, I--I--can't describe it," answered the
+boy, greatly perplexed. "But it's a queer animal
+with three hairs on the tip of its tail that won't
+come out and--"
+
+"What won't come out?" asked the Shaggy Man;
+"the tail?"
+
+"The hairs won't come out. But you'll see the
+Woozy, if you'll please rescue it, and then you'll
+know just what it is."
+
+"Of course," said the Shaggy Man, nodding his
+shaggy head. And then he walked back among the
+plants, still whistling, and found the three
+leaves which were curled around Ojo's traveling
+companions. The first leaf he cut down released
+Scraps, and on seeing her the Shaggy Man threw
+back his shaggy head, opened wide his mouth and
+laughed so shaggily and yet so merrily that Scraps
+liked him at once. Then he took off his hat and
+made her a low bow, saying:
+
+"My dear, you're a wonder. I must introduce
+you to my friend the Scarecrow."
+
+When he cut down the second leaf he rescued the
+Glass Cat, and Bungle was so frightened that she
+scampered away like a streak and soon had joined
+Ojo, when she sat beside him panting and
+trembling. The last plant of all the row had
+captured the Woozy, and a big bunch in the center
+of the curled leaf showed plainly where he was.
+With his sharp knife the Shaggy Man sliced off the
+stem of the leaf and as it fell and unfolded out
+trotted the Woozy and escaped beyond the reach of
+any more of the dangerous plants.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Eleven
+
+A Good Friend
+
+
+Soon the entire party was gathered on the road of
+yellow bricks, quite beyond the reach of the
+beautiful but treacherous plants. The Shaggy Man,
+staring first at one and then at the other, seemed
+greatly pleased and interested.
+
+"I've seen queer things since I came to the Land
+of Oz," said he, "but never anything queerer than
+this band of adventurers. Let us sit down a while,
+and have a talk and get acquainted."
+
+"Haven't you always lived in the Land of Oz?"
+asked the Munchkin boy.
+
+"No; I used to live in the big, outside world.
+But I came here once with Dorothy, and Ozma
+let me stay."
+
+"How do you like Oz?" asked Scraps. "Isn't
+the country and the climate grand?"
+
+"It's the finest country in all the world, even
+if it is a fairyland. and I'm happy every minute I
+live in it," said the Shaggy Man. "But tell me
+something about yourselves."
+
+So Ojo related the story of his visit to the
+house of the Crooked Magician, and how he met
+there the Glass Cat, and how the Patchwork Girl
+was brought to life and of the terrible accident
+to Unc Nunkie and Margolotte. Then he told how he
+had set out to find the five different things
+which the Magician needed to make a charm that
+would restore the marble figures to life, one
+requirement being three hairs from a Woozy's tail.
+
+"We found the Woozy," explained the boy,
+"and he agreed to give us the three hairs; but
+we couldn't pull them out. So we had to bring
+the Woozy along with us."
+
+"I see," returned the Shaggy Man, who had
+listened with interest to the story. "But perhaps
+I, who am big and strong, can pull those three
+hairs from the Woozy's tail."
+
+"Try it, if you like," said the Woozy.
+
+So the Shaggy Man tried it, but pull as hard
+as he could he failed to get the hairs out of the
+Woozy's tail. So he sat down again and wiped
+his shaggy face with a shaggy silk handkerchief
+and said:
+
+"It doesn't matter. If you can keep the Woozy
+until you get the rest of the things you need,
+you can take the beast and his three hairs to
+the Crooked Magician and let him find a way
+to extract 'em. What are the other things you are
+to find?"
+
+"One," said Ojo, "is a six-leaved clover."
+
+"You ought to find that in the fields around
+the Emerald City," said the Shaggy Man.
+"There is a Law against picking six-leaved
+clovers, but I think I can get Ozma to let you
+have one."
+
+"Thank you," replied Ojo. "The next thing
+is the left wing of a yellow butterfly."
+
+"For that you must go to the Winkie Country,"
+the Shaggy Man declared. "I've never noticed any
+butterflies there, but that is the yellow country
+of Oz and it's ruled by a good friend of mine,
+the Tin Woodman."
+
+"Oh, I've heard of him!" exclaimed Ojo. "He
+must be a wonderful man."
+
+"So he is, and his heart is wonderfully kind.
+I'm sure the Tin Woodman will do all in his
+power to help you to save your Unc Nunkie
+and poor Margolotte."
+
+"The next thing I must find," said the
+Munchkin boy, "is a gill of water from a dark
+well."
+
+"Indeed! Well, that is more difficult," said
+the Shaggy Man, scratching his left ear in a
+puzzled way. "I've never heard of a dark well;
+have you?"
+
+"No," said Ojo.
+
+"Do you know where one may be found?" inquired
+the Shaggy Man.
+
+"I can't imagine," said Ojo.
+
+"Then we must ask the Scarecrow."
+
+"The Scarecrow! But surely, sir, a scarecrow
+can't know anything."
+
+"Most scarecrows don't, I admit," answered
+the Shaggy Man. "But this Scarecrow of whom
+I speak is very intelligent. He claims to possess
+the best brains in all Oz."
+
+"Better than mine?" asked Scraps.
+
+"Better than mine?" echoed the Glass Cat.
+"Mine are pink, and you can see 'em work."
+
+"Well, you can't see the Scarecrow's brains
+work, but they do a lot of clever thinking,"
+asserted the Shaggy Man. "If anyone knows where a
+dark well is, it's my friend the Scarecrow."
+
+"Where does he live?" inquired Ojo.
+
+"He has a splendid castle in the Winkie
+Country, near to the palace of his friend the
+Tin Woodman, and he is often to be found in
+the Emerald City, where he visits Dorothy at
+the royal palace."
+
+"Then we will ask him about the dark well,"
+said Ojo.
+
+"But what else does this Crooked Magician
+want?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"A drop of oil from a live man's body."
+
+"Oh; but there isn't such a thing."
+
+"That is what I thought," replied Ojo; "but
+the Crooked Magician said it wouldn't be called
+for by the recipe if it couldn't be found, and
+therefore I must search until I find it."
+
+"I wish you good luck," said the Shaggy Man,
+shaking his head doubtfully; "but I imagine
+you'll have a hard job getting a drop of oil from
+a live man's body. There's blood in a body, but
+no oil."
+
+"There's cotton in mine," said Scraps, dancing
+a little jig.
+
+"I don't doubt it," returned the Shaggy Man
+admiringly. "You're a regular comforter and as
+sweet as patchwork can be. All you lack is
+dignity."
+
+"I hate dignity," cried Scraps, kicking a pebble
+high in the air and then trying to catch it as it
+fell. "Half the fools and all the wise folks are
+dignified, and I'm neither the one nor the other."
+
+"She's just crazy," explained the Glass Cat.
+
+The Shaggy Man laughed.
+
+"She's delightful, in her way," he said. "I'm
+sure Dorothy will be pleased with her, and the
+Scarecrow will dote on her. Did you say you
+were traveling toward the Emerald City?"
+
+"Yes," replied Ojo. "I thought that the best
+place to go, at first, because the six-leaved clover
+may be found there."
+
+"I'll go with you," said the Shaggy Man, "and
+show you the way."
+
+"Thank you," exclaimed Ojo. "I hope it won't
+put you out any."
+
+"No," said the other, "I wasn't going anywhere
+in particular. I've been a rover all my life, and
+although Ozma has given me a suite of beautiful
+rooms in her palace I still get the wandering
+fever once in a while and start out to roam the
+country over. I've been away from the Emerald City
+several weeks, this time, and now that I've met
+you and your friends I'm sure it will interest me
+to accompany you to the great city of Oz and
+introduce you to my friends."
+
+"That will be very nice," said the boy,
+gratefully.
+
+"I hope your friends are not dignified,"
+observed Scraps.
+
+"Some are, and some are not," he answered;
+"but I never criticise my friends. If they are
+really true friends, they may be anything they
+like, for all of me."
+
+"There's some sense in that," said Scraps,
+nodding her queer head in approval. "Come on, and
+let's get to the Emerald City as soon as
+possible." With this she ran up the path, skipping
+and dancing, and then turned to await them.
+
+"It is quite a distance from here to the Emerald
+City," remarked the Shaggy Man, "so we shall not
+get there to-day, nor to-morrow. Therefore let us
+take the jaunt in an easy manner. I'm an old
+traveler and have found that I never gain anything
+by being in a hurry. 'Take it easy' is my motto.
+If you can't take it easy, take it as easy as you
+can."
+
+After walking some distance over the road of
+yellow bricks Ojo said he was hungry and would
+stop to eat some bread and cheese. He offered a
+portion of the food to the Shaggy Man, who thanked
+him but refused it.
+
+"When I start out on my travels," said he,
+"I carry along enough square meals to last me
+several weeks. Think I'll indulge in one now,
+as long as we're stopping anyway."
+
+Saying this, he took a bottle from his pocket
+and shook from it a tablet about the size of one
+of Ojo's finger-nails.
+
+"That," announced the Shaggy Man, "is a square
+meal, in condensed form. Invention of the great
+Professor Woggle-Bug, of the Royal College of
+Athletics. It contains soup, fish, roast meat,
+salad, apple-dumplings, ice cream and chocolate-
+drops, all boiled down to this small size, so it
+can be conveniently carried and swallowed when you
+are hungry and need a square meal."
+
+"I'm square," said the Woozy. "Give me one,
+please."
+
+So the Shaggy Man gave the Woozy a tablet from
+his bottle and the beast ate it in a twinkling.
+
+"You have now had a six course dinner,"
+declared the Shaggy Man.
+
+"Pshaw!" said the Woozy, ungratefully, "I
+want to taste something. There's no fun in that
+sort of eating."
+
+"One should only eat to sustain life," replied
+the Shaggy Man, "and that tablet is equal to a
+peck of other food."
+
+"I don't care for it. I want something I can
+chew and taste," grumbled the Woozy.
+
+"You are quite wrong, my poor beast," said
+the Shaggy Man in a tone of pity. "Think how
+tired your jaws would get chewing a square
+meal like this, if it were not condensed to the
+size of a small tablet--which you can swallow
+in a jiffy."
+
+"Chewing isn't tiresome; it's fun, maintained
+the Woozy. "I always chew the honey-bees when I
+catch them. Give me some bread and cheese, Ojo."
+
+"No, no! You've already eaten a big dinner!"
+protested the Shaggy Man.
+
+"May be," answered the Woozy; "but I guess
+I'll fool myself by munching some bread and
+cheese. I may not be hungry, having eaten all
+those things you gave me, but I consider this
+eating business a matter of taste, and I like to
+realize what's going into me."
+
+Ojo gave the beast what he wanted, but the
+Shaggy Man shook his shaggy head reproachfully and
+said there was no animal so obstinate or hard to
+convince as a Woozy.
+
+At this moment a patter of footsteps was heard,
+and looking up they saw the live phonograph
+standing before them. It seemed to have passed
+through many adventures since Ojo and his comrades
+last saw the machine, for the varnish of its
+wooden case was all marred and dented and
+scratched in a way that gave it an aged and
+disreputable appearance.
+
+"Dear me!" exclaimed Ojo, staring hard.
+"What has happened to you?"
+
+"Nothing much," replied the phonograph in
+a sad and depressed voice. "I've had enough
+things thrown at me, since I left you, to stock
+a department store and furnish half a dozen
+bargain-counters."
+
+"Are you so broken up that you can't play?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"No; I still am able to grind out delicious
+music. Just now I've a record on tap that is
+really superb," said the phonograph, growing more
+cheerful.
+
+"That is too bad," remarked Ojo. "We've no
+objection to you as a machine, you know; but
+as a music-maker we hate you."
+
+"Then why was I ever invented?" demanded
+the machine, in a tone of indignant protest.
+
+They looked at one another inquiringly, but
+no one could answer such a puzzling question.
+Finally the Shaggy Man said:
+
+"I'd like to hear the phonograph play."
+
+Ojo sighed. "We've been very happy since we
+met you, sir," he said.
+
+"I know. But a little misery, at times, makes
+one appreciate happiness more. Tell me, Phony,
+what is this record like, which you say you have
+on tap?"
+
+"It's a popular song, sir. In all civilized lands
+the common people have gone wild over it."
+
+"Makes civilized folks wild folks, eh? Then
+it's dangerous."
+
+"Wild with joy, I mean," explained the
+phonograph. "Listen. This song will prove a
+rare treat to you, I know. It made the author
+rich--for an author. It is called 'My Lulu.'"
+
+Then the phonograph began to play. A strain
+of odd, jerky sounds was followed by these
+words, sung by a man through his nose with
+great vigor of expression:
+
+
+    "Ah wants mah Lulu, mah coal-black Lulu;
+    Ah wants mah loo-loo, loo-loo, loo-loo, Lu!
+    Ah loves mah Lulu, mah coal-black Lulu,
+    There ain't nobody else loves loo-loo, Lu!"
+
+
+"Here--shut that off!" cried the Shaggy Man,
+springing to his feet. "What do you mean by
+such impertinence?"
+
+"It's the latest popular song," declared the
+phonograph, speaking in a sulky tone of voice.
+
+"A popular song?"
+
+"Yes. One that the feeble-minded can remember
+the words of and those ignorant of music can
+whistle or sing. That makes a popular song
+popular, and the time is coming when it will take
+the place of all other songs."
+
+"That time won't come to us, just yet," said
+the Shaggy Man, sternly: "I'm something of a
+singer myself, and I don't intend to be throttled
+by any Lulus like your coal-black one. I shall
+take you all apart, Mr. Phony, and scatter your
+pieces far and wide over the country, as a matter
+of kindness to the people you might meet if
+allowed to run around loose. Having performed
+this painful duty I shall--"
+
+But before he could say more the phonograph
+turned and dashed up the road as fast as its four
+table-legs could carry it, and soon it had entirely
+disappeared from their view.
+
+The Shaggy Man sat down again and seemed
+well pleased. "Some one else will save me the
+trouble of scattering that phonograph," said he;
+"for it is not possible that such a music-maker
+can last long in the Land of Oz. When you are
+rested, friends, let us go on our way."
+
+During the afternoon the travelers found
+themselves in a lonely and uninhabited part of the
+country. Even the fields were no longer cultivated
+and the country began to resemble a wilderness.
+The road of yellow bricks seemed to have been
+neglected and became uneven and more difficult to
+walk upon. Scrubby under-brush grew on either side
+of the way, while huge rocks were scattered around
+in abundance.
+
+But this did not deter Ojo and his friends from
+trudging on, and they beguiled the journey with
+jokes and cheerful conversation. Toward evening
+they reached a crystal spring which gushed from a
+tall rock by the roadside and near this spring
+stood a deserted cabin. Said the Shaggy Man,
+halting here:
+
+"We may as well pass the night here, where
+there is shelter for our heads and good water to
+drink. Road beyond here is pretty bad; worst
+we shall have to travel; so let's wait until
+morning before we tackle it."
+
+They agreed to this and Ojo found some brushwood
+in the cabin and made a fire on the hearth. The
+fire delighted Scraps, who danced before it until
+Ojo warned her she might set fire to herself and
+burn up. After that the Patchwork Girl kept at a
+respectful distance from the darting flames, but
+the Woozy lay down before the fire like a big dog
+and seemed to enjoy its warmth.
+
+For supper the Shaggy Man ate one of his
+tablets, but Ojo stuck to his bread and cheese as
+the most satisfying food. He also gave a portion
+to the Woozy.
+
+When darkness came on and they sat in a circle
+on the cabin floor, facing the firelight--there
+being no furniture of any sort in the place--Ojo
+said to the Shaggy Man:
+
+"Won't you tell us a story?"
+
+"I'm not good at stories," was the reply; "but
+I sing like a bird."
+
+"Raven, or crow?" asked the Glass Cat.
+
+"Like a song bird. I'll prove it. I'll sing a song
+I composed myself. Don't tell anyone I'm a poet;
+they might want me to write a book. Don't tell
+'em I can sing, or they'd want me to make
+records for that awful phonograph. Haven't
+time to be a public benefactor, so I'll just sing
+you this little song for your own amusement."
+
+They were glad enough to be entertained,
+and listened with interest while the Shaggy Man
+chanted the following verses to a tune that was
+not unpleasant:
+
+
+    "I'll sing a song of Ozland, where wondrous creatures dwell
+    And fruits and flowers and shady bowers abound in every dell,
+    Where magic is a science and where no one shows surprise
+    If some amazing thing takes place before his very eyes.
+
+    Our Ruler's a bewitching girl whom fairies love to please;
+    She's always kept her magic sceptre to enforce decrees
+    To make her people happy, for her heart is kind and true
+    And to aid the needy and distressed is what she longs to do.
+
+    And then there's Princess Dorothy, as sweet as any rose,
+    A lass from Kansas, where they don't grow fairies, I suppose;
+    And there's the brainy Scarecrow, with a body stuffed with straw,
+    Who utters words of wisdom rare that fill us all with awe.
+
+    I'll not forget Nick Chopper, the Woodman made of Tin,
+    Whose tender heart thinks killing time is quite a dreadful sin,
+    Nor old Professor Woggle-Bug, who's highly magnified
+    And looks so big to everyone that he is filled with pride.
+
+    Jack Pumpkinhead's a dear old chum who might be called a chump,
+    But won renown by riding round upon a magic Gump;
+    The Sawhorse is a splendid steed and though he's made of wood
+    He does as many thrilling stunts as any meat horse could.
+
+    And now I'll introduce a beast that ev'ryone adores--
+    The Cowardly Lion shakes with fear 'most ev'ry time he roars,
+    And yet he does the bravest things that any lion might,
+    Because he knows that cowardice is not considered right.
+
+    There's Tik-Tok--he's a clockwork man and quite a funny sight--
+    He talks and walks mechanically, when he's wound up tight;
+    And we've a Hungry Tiger who would babies love to eat
+    But never does because we feed him other kinds of meat.
+
+    It's hard to name all of the freaks this noble Land's acquired;
+    'Twould make my song so very long that you would soon be tired;
+    But give attention while I mention one wise Yellow Hen
+    And Nine fine Tiny Piglets living in a golden pen.
+
+    Just search the whole world over--sail the seas from coast to coast--
+    No other nation in creation queerer folk can boast;
+    And now our rare museum will include a Cat of Glass,
+    A Woozy, and--last but not least--a crazy Patchwork Lass."
+
+
+Ojo was so pleased with this song that he
+applauded the singer by clapping his hands, and
+Scraps followed suit by clapping her padded
+fingers together, although they made no noise.
+The cat pounded on the floor with her glass
+paws--gently, so as not to break them--and the
+Woozy, which had been asleep, woke up to ask
+what the row was about.
+
+"I seldom sing in public, for fear they might
+want me to start an opera company," remarked
+the Shaggy Man, who was pleased to know his
+effort was appreciated. "Voice, just now, is a
+little out of training; rusty, perhaps."
+
+"Tell me," said the Patchwork Girl earnestly,
+"do all those queer people you mention really
+live in the Land of Oz?"
+
+"Every one of 'em. I even forgot one thing:
+Dorothy's Pink Kitten."
+
+"For goodness sake!" exclaimed Bungle, sitting
+up and looking interested. "A Pink Kitten? How
+absurd! Is it glass?"
+
+"No; just ordinary kitten."
+
+"Then it can't amount to much. I have pink
+brains, and you can see 'em work."
+
+"Dorothy's kitten is all pink--brains and all--
+except blue eyes. Name's Eureka. Great favorite at
+the royal palace," said the Shaggy Man, yawning.
+
+The Glass Cat seemed annoyed.
+
+"Do you think a pink kitten--common meat--is as
+pretty as I am?" she asked.
+
+"Can't say. Tastes differ, you know," replied
+the Shaggy Man, yawning again. "But here's a
+pointer that may be of service to you: make
+friends with Eureka and you'll be solid at the
+palace."
+
+"I'm solid now; solid glass."
+
+"You don't understand," rejoined the Shaggy
+Man, sleepily. "Anyhow, make friends with the
+Pink Kitten and you'll be all right. If the Pink
+Kitten despises you, look out for breakers."
+
+"Would anyone at the royal palace break a
+Glass Cat?"
+
+"Might. You never can tell. Advise you to purr
+soft and look humble--if you can. And now I'm
+going to bed."
+
+Bungle considered the Shaggy Man's advice
+so carefully that her pink brains were busy long
+after the others of the party were fast asleep.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twelve
+
+The Giant Porcupine
+
+
+Next morning they started out bright and early to
+follow the road of yellow bricks toward the
+Emerald City. The little Munchkin boy was
+beginning to feel tired from the long walk, and he
+had a great many things to think of and consider
+besides the events of the journey. At the
+wonderful Emerald City, which he would presently
+reach, were so many strange and curious people
+that he was half afraid of meeting them and
+wondered if they would prove friendly and kind.
+Above all else, he could not drive from his mind
+the important errand on which he had come, and he
+was determined to devote every energy to finding
+the things that were necessary to prepare
+the magic recipe. He believed that until dear
+Unc Nunkie was restored to life he could feel
+no joy in anything, and often he wished that
+Unc could be with him, to see all the astonishing
+things Ojo was seeing. But alas Unc Nunkie was now
+a marble statue in the house of the Crooked
+Magician and Ojo must not falter in his efforts to
+save him.
+
+The country through which they were passing was
+still rocky and deserted, with here and there a
+bush or a tree to break the dreary landscape. Ojo
+noticed one tree, especially, because it had such
+long, silky leaves and was so beautiful in shape.
+As he approached it he studied the tree earnestly,
+wondering if any fruit grew on it or if it bore
+pretty flowers.
+
+Suddenly he became aware that he had been
+looking at that tree a long time--at least for
+five minutes--and it had remained in the same
+position, although the boy had continued to
+walk steadily on. So he stopped short. and when
+he stopped, the tree and all the landscape, as
+well as his companions, moved on before him
+and left him far behind.
+
+Ojo uttered such a cry of astonishment that
+it aroused the Shaggy Man, who also halted.
+The others then stopped, too, and walked back
+to the boy.
+
+"What's wrong?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"Why, we're not moving forward a bit, no
+matter how fast we walk," declared Ojo. "Now
+that we have stopped, we are moving backward!
+Can't you see? Just notice that rock."
+
+Scraps looked down at her feet and said:
+"The yellow bricks are not moving."
+
+"But the whole road is," answered Ojo.
+
+"True; quite true," agreed the Shaggy Man.
+"I know all about the tricks of this road, but I
+have been thinking of something else and didn't
+realize where we were."
+
+"It will carry us back to where we started
+from," predicted Ojo, beginning to be nervous.
+
+"No," replied the Shaggy Man; "it won't do
+that, for I know a trick to beat this tricky road.
+I've traveled this way before, you know. Turn
+around, all of you, and walk backward."
+
+"What good will that do?" asked the cat.
+
+"You'll find out, if you obey me," said the
+Shaggy Man.
+
+So they all turned their backs to the direction
+in which they wished to go and began walking
+backward. In an instant Ojo noticed they were
+gaining ground and as they proceeded in this
+curious way they soon passed the tree which had
+first attracted his attention to their difficulty.
+
+"How long must we keep this up, Shags?"
+asked Scraps, who was constantly tripping and
+tumbling down, only to get up again with a
+laugh at her mishap.
+
+"Just a little way farther," replied the Shaggy
+Man.
+
+A few minutes later he called to them to turn
+about quickly and step forward, and as they
+obeyed the order they found themselves treading
+solid ground.
+
+"That task is well over," observed the Shaggy
+Man. "It's a little tiresome to walk backward, but
+that is the only way to pass this part of the
+road, which has a trick of sliding back and
+carrying with it anyone who is walking upon it."
+
+With new courage and energy they now
+trudged forward and after a time came to a
+place where the road cut through a low hill,
+leaving high banks on either side of it. They
+were traveling along this cut, talking together,
+when the Shaggy Man seized Scraps with one
+arm and Ojo with another and shouted: "Stop!"
+
+"What's wrong now?" asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"See there!" answered the Shaggy Man, pointing
+with his finger.
+
+Directly in the center of the road lay a
+motionless object that bristled all over with
+sharp quills, which resembled arrows. The body was
+as big as a ten-bushel-basket, but the projecting
+quills made it appear to be four times bigger.
+
+"Well, what of it?" asked Scraps.
+
+"That is Chiss, who causes a lot of trouble
+along this road," was the reply.
+
+"Chiss! What is Chiss?
+
+"I think it is merely an overgrown porcupine,
+but here in Oz they consider Chiss an evil spirit.
+He's different from a reg'lar porcupine, because
+he can throw his quills in any direction, which
+an American porcupine cannot do. That's what
+makes old Chiss so dangerous. If we get too
+near, he'll fire those quills at us and hurt us
+badly."
+
+"Then we will be foolish to get too near,"
+said Scraps.
+
+"I'm not afraid," declared the Woozy. "The Chiss
+is cowardly, I'm sure, and if it ever heard my
+awful, terrible, frightful growl, it would be
+scared stiff."
+
+"Oh; can you growl?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"That is the only ferocious thing about me,"
+asserted the Woozy with evident pride. "My growl
+makes an earthquake blush and the thunder ashamed
+of itself. If I growled at that creature you call
+Chiss, it would immediately think the world had
+cracked in two and bumped against the sun and
+moon, and that would cause the monster to run as
+far and as fast as its legs could carry it."
+
+"In that case," said the Shaggy Man, "you are
+now able to do us all a great favor. Please
+growl."
+
+"But you forget," returned the Woozy; "my
+tremendous growl would also frighten you, and
+if you happen to have heart disease you might
+expire."
+
+"True; but we must take that risk," decided
+the Shaggy Man, bravely. "Being warned of
+what is to occur we must try to bear the terrific
+noise of your growl; but Chiss won't expect it,
+and it will scare him away."
+
+The Woozy hesitated.
+
+"I'm fond of you all, and I hate to shock you,"
+it said.
+
+"Never mind," said Ojo.
+
+"You may be made deaf."
+
+"If so, we will forgive you."
+
+"Very well, then," said the Woozy in a
+determined voice, and advanced a few steps toward
+the giant porcupine. Pausing to look back, it
+asked: "All ready?"
+
+"All ready!" they answered.
+
+"Then cover up your ears and brace yourselves
+firmly. Now, then--look out!"
+
+The Woozy turned toward Chiss, opened wide its
+mouth and said:
+
+"Quee-ee-ee-eek."
+
+"Go ahead and growl," said Scraps.
+
+"Why, I--I did growl!" retorted the Woozy,
+who seemed much astonished.
+
+"What, that little squeak?" she cried.
+
+"It is the most awful growl that ever was heard,
+on land or sea, in caverns or in the sky,"
+protested the Woozy. "I wonder you stood the shock
+so well. Didn't you feel the ground tremble? I
+suppose Chiss is now quite dead with fright."
+
+The Shaggy Man laughed merrily.
+
+"Poor Wooz!" said he; "your growl wouldn't
+scare a fly."
+
+The Woozy seemed to be humiliated and surprised.
+It hung its head a moment, as if in shame or
+sorrow, but then it said with renewed confidence:
+"Anyhow, my eyes can flash fire; and good fire,
+too; good enough to set fire to a fence!"
+
+"That is true," declared Scraps; "I saw it
+done myself. But your ferocious growl isn't as
+loud as the tick of a beetle--or one of Ojo's
+snores when he's fast asleep."
+
+"Perhaps," said the Woozy, humbly, "I have
+been mistaken about my growl. It has always
+sounded very fearful to me, but that may have
+been because it was so close to my ears."
+
+"Never mind," Ojo said soothingly; "it is a
+great talent to be able to flash fire from your
+eyes. No one else can do that."
+
+As they stood hesitating what to do Chiss
+stirred and suddenly a shower of quills came
+flying toward them, almost filling the air, they
+were so many. Scraps realized in an instant that
+they had gone too near to Chiss for safety, so
+she sprang in front of Ojo and shielded him
+from the darts, which stuck their points into her
+own body until she resembled one of those
+targets they shoot arrows at in archery games.
+The Shaggy Man dropped flat on his face to
+avoid the shower, but one quill struck him in
+the leg and went far in. As for the Glass Cat,
+the quills rattled off her body without making
+even a scratch, and the skin of the Woozy was
+so thick and tough that he was not hurt at all.
+
+When the attack was over they all ran to the
+Shaggy Man, who was moaning and groaning, and
+Scraps promptly pulled the quill out of his leg.
+Then up he jumped and ran over to Chiss, putting
+his foot on the monster's neck and holding it a
+prisoner. The body of the great porcupine was now
+as smooth as leather, except for the holes where
+the quills had been, for it had shot every single
+quill in that one wicked shower.
+
+"Let me go!" it shouted angrily. "How dare
+you put your foot on Chiss?"
+
+"I'm going to do worse than that, old boy,"
+replied the Shaggy Man. "You have annoyed
+travelers on this road long enough, and now
+I shall put an end to you."
+
+"You can't!" returned Chiss. "Nothing can
+kill me, as you know perfectly well."
+
+"Perhaps that is true," said the Shaggy Man
+in a tone of disappointment. "Seems to me I've
+been told before that you can't be killed. But if
+I let you go, what will you do?"
+
+"Pick up my quills again," said Chiss in a
+sulky voice.
+
+"And then shoot them at more travelers? No;
+that won't do. You must promise me to stop
+throwing quills at people."
+
+"I won't promise anything of the sort," declared
+Chiss.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Because it is my nature to throw quills, and
+every animal must do what Nature intends it
+to do. It isn't fair for you to blame me. If it were
+wrong for me to throw quills, then I wouldn't
+be made with quills to throw. The proper thing
+for you to do is to keep out of my way."
+
+"Why, there's some sense in that argument,"
+admitted the Shaggy Man, thoughtfully; "but
+people who are strangers, and don't know you
+are here, won't be able to keep out of your way."
+
+"Tell you what," said Scraps, who was trying
+to pull the quills out of her own body, "let's
+gather up all the quills and take them away with
+us; then old Chiss won't have any left to throw
+at people."
+
+"Ah, that's a clever idea. You and Ojo must
+gather up the quills while I hold Chiss a
+prisoner; for, if I let him go, he will get some of
+his quills and be able to throw them again."
+
+So Scraps and Ojo picked up all the quills
+and tied them in a bundle so they might easily
+be carried. After this the Shaggy Man released
+Chiss and let him go, knowing that he was
+harmless to injure anyone.
+
+"It's the meanest trick I ever heard of,"
+muttered the porcupine gloomily. "How would you
+like it, Shaggy Man, if I took all your shags away
+from you?"
+
+"If I threw my shags and hurt people, you would
+be welcome to capture them," was the reply.
+
+Then they walked on and left Chiss standing in
+the road sullen and disconsolate. The Shaggy Man
+limped as he walked, for his wound still hurt him,
+and Scraps was much annoyed because the quills
+had left a number of small holes in her patches.
+
+When they came to a flat stone by the roadside
+the Shaggy Man sat down to rest, and then Ojo
+opened his basket and took out the bundle of
+charms the Crooked Magician had given him.
+
+"I am Ojo the Unlucky," he said, "or we would
+never have met that dreadful porcupine. But I will
+see if I can find anything among these charms
+which will cure your leg."
+
+Soon he discovered that one of the charms
+was labelled: "For flesh wounds," and this the
+boy separated from the others. It was only a bit
+of dried root, taken from some unknown shrub,
+but the boy rubbed it upon the wound made by
+the quill and in a few moments the place was
+healed entirely and the Shaggy Man's leg was
+as good as ever.
+
+"Rub it on the holes in my patches," suggested
+Scraps, and Ojo tried it, but without any effect.
+
+"The charm you need is a needle and thread,"
+said the Shaggy Man. "But do not worry, my
+dear; those holes do not look badly, at all."
+
+"They'll let in the air, and I don't want people
+to think I'm airy, or that I've been stuck
+up," said the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"You were certainly stuck up until we pulled
+out those quills," observed Ojo, with a laugh.
+
+So now they went on again and coming presently
+to a pond of muddy water they tied a heavy stone
+to the bundle of quills and sunk it to the bottom
+of the pond, to avoid carrying it farther.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Thirteen
+
+Scraps and the Scarecrow
+
+
+From here on the country improved and the desert
+places began to give way to fertile spots; still
+no houses were yet to be seen near the road. There
+were some hills, with valleys between them, and on
+reaching the top of one of these hills the
+travelers found before them a high wall, running
+to the right and the left as far as their eyes
+could reach. Immediately in front of them, where
+the wall crossed the roadway, stood a gate having
+stout iron bars that extended from top to bottom.
+They found, on coming nearer, that this gate was
+locked with a great padlock, rusty through lack of
+use.
+
+"Well," said Scraps, "I guess we'll stop here."
+
+"It's a good guess," replied Ojo. "Our way is
+barred by this great wall and gate. It looks as if
+no one had passed through in many years."
+
+"Looks are deceiving," declared the Shaggy Man,
+laughing at their disappointed faces, "and this
+barrier is the most deceiving thing in all Oz."
+
+"It prevents our going any farther, anyhow,"
+said Scraps. "There is no one to mind the gate
+and let people through, and we've no key to
+the padlock."
+
+"True," replied Ojo, going a little nearer to
+peep through the bars of the gate. "What shall we
+do, Shaggy Man? If we had wings we might fly over
+the wall, but we cannot climb it and unless we get
+to the Emerald City I won't be able to find the
+things to restore Unc Nunkie to life."
+
+"All very true," answered the Shaggy Man,
+quietly; "but I know this gate, having passed
+through it many times."
+
+"How?" they all eagerly inquired.
+
+"I'll show you how," said he. He stood Ojo
+in the middle of the road and placed Scraps
+just behind him, with her padded hands on his
+shoulders. After the Patchwork Girl came the
+Woozy, who held a part of her skirt in his
+mouth. 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. It is quite real
+while you have your eyes open, but if you are
+not looking at it the barrier doesn't exist at all.
+It's the same way with many other evils in life;
+they seem to exist, and yet it's all seeming and
+not true. You will notice that the wall--or what
+we thought was a wall--separates the Munchkin
+Country from the green country that surrounds
+the Emerald City, which lies exactly in the
+center of Oz. There are two roads of yellow
+bricks through the Munchkin Country, but the
+one we followed is the best of the two. Dorothy
+once traveled the other way, and met with more
+dangers than we did. But all our troubles are
+over for the present, as another day's journey
+will bring us to the great Emerald City."
+
+They were delighted to know this, and proceeded
+with new courage. In a couple of hours they
+stopped at a farmhouse, where the people were very
+hospitable and invited them to dinner. The farm
+folk regarded Scraps with much curiosity but no
+great astonishment, for they were accustomed to
+seeing extraordinary people in the Land of Oz.
+
+The woman of this house got her needle and
+thread and sewed up the holes made by the
+porcupine quills in the Patchwork Girl's body,
+after which Scraps was assured she looked as
+beautiful as ever.
+
+"You ought to have a hat to wear," remarked
+the woman, "for that would keep the sun from
+fading the colors of your face. I have some
+patches and scraps put away, and if you will
+wait two or three days I'll make you a lovely
+hat that will match the rest of you."
+
+"Never mind the hat," said Scraps, shaking
+her yarn braids; "it's a kind offer, but we can't
+stop. I can't see that my colors have faded a
+particle, as yet; can you?"
+
+"Not much," replied the woman. "You are still
+very gorgeous, in spite of your long journey."
+
+The children of the house wanted to keep the
+Glass Cat to play with, so Bungle was offered
+a good home if she would remain; but the cat
+was too much interested in Ojo's adventures and
+refused to stop.
+
+"Children are rough playmates," she remarked to
+the Shaggy Man, "and although this home is more
+pleasant than that of the Crooked Magician I fear
+I would soon be smashed to pieces by the boys and
+girls."
+
+After they had rested themselves they renewed
+their journey, finding the road now smooth and
+pleasant to walk upon and the country growing more
+beautiful the nearer they drew to the Emerald
+City.
+
+By and by Ojo began to walk on the green
+grass, looking carefully around him.
+
+"What are you trying to find?" asked Scraps.
+
+"A six-leaved clover," said he.
+
+"Don't do that!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man,
+earnestly. "It's against the Law to pick a six-
+leaved clover. You must wait until you get Ozma's
+consent."
+
+"She wouldn't know it," declared the boy.
+
+"Ozma knows many things," said the Shaggy Man.
+"In her room is a Magic Picture that shows any
+scene in the Land of Oz where strangers or
+travelers happen to be. She may be watching the
+picture of us even now, and noticing everything
+that we do."
+
+"Does she always watch the Magic Picture?"
+asked Ojo.
+
+"Not always, for she has many other things
+to do; but, as I said, she may be watching us
+this very minute."
+
+"I don't care," said Ojo, in an obstinate tone
+of voice; "Ozma's only a girl."
+
+The Shaggy Man looked at him in surprise.
+
+"You ought to care for Ozma," said he, "if you
+expect to save your uncle. For, if you displease
+our powerful Ruler, your journey will surely prove
+a failure; whereas, if you make a friend of Ozma,
+she will gladly assist you. As for her being a
+girl, that is another reason why you should obey
+her laws, if you are courteous and polite.
+Everyone in Oz loves Ozma and hates her enemies,
+for she is as just as she is powerful."
+
+Ojo sulked a while, but finally returned to the
+road and kept away from the green clover. The
+boy was moody and bad tempered for an hour
+or two afterward, because he could really see
+no harm in picking a six-leaved clover, if he
+found one, and in spite of what the Shaggy
+Man had said he considered Ozma's law to be
+unjust.
+
+They presently came to a beautiful grove of tall
+and stately trees, through which the road wound in
+sharp curves--first one way and then another. As
+they were walking through this grove they heard
+some one in the distance singing, and the sounds
+grew nearer and nearer until they could
+distinguish the words, although the bend in the
+road still hid the singer. The song was something
+like this:
+
+
+    "Here's to the hale old bale of straw
+    That's cut from the waving grain,
+    The sweetest sight man ever saw
+    In forest, dell or plain.
+    It fills me with a crunkling joy
+    A straw-stack to behold,
+    For then I pad this lucky boy
+    With strands of yellow gold."
+
+
+"Ah!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man; "here comes my
+friend the Scarecrow."
+
+"What, a live Scarecrow?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Yes; the one I told you of. He's a splendid
+fellow, and very intelligent. You'll like him,
+I'm sure."
+
+Just then the famous Scarecrow of Oz came
+around the bend in the road, riding astride a
+wooden Sawhorse which was so small that its
+rider's legs nearly touched the ground.
+
+The Scarecrow wore the blue dress of the
+Munchkins, in which country he was made,
+and on his head was set a peaked hat with a flat
+brim trimmed with tinkling bells. A rope was
+tied around his waist to hold him in shape, for
+he was stuffed with straw in every part of him
+except the top of his head, where at one time
+the Wizard of Oz had placed sawdust, mixed
+with needles and pins, to sharpen his wits. The
+head itself was merely a bag of cloth, fastened
+to the body at the neck, and on the front of this
+bag was painted the face--ears, eyes, nose and
+mouth.
+
+The Scarecrow's face was very interesting, for
+it bore a comical and yet winning expression,
+although one eye was a bit larger than the other
+and ears were not mates. The Munchkin farmer who
+had made the Scarecrow had neglected to sew him
+together with close stitches and therefore some of
+the straw with which he was stuffed was inclined
+to stick out between the seams. His hands
+consisted of padded white gloves, with the fingers
+long and rather limp, and on his feet he wore
+Munchkin boots of blue leather with broad turns at
+the tops of them.
+
+The Sawhorse was almost as curious as its rider.
+It had been rudely made, in the beginning, to saw
+logs upon, so that its body was a short length of
+a log, and its legs were stout branches fitted
+into four holes made in the body. The tail was
+formed by a small branch that had been left on the
+log, while the head was a gnarled bump on one end
+of the body. Two knots of wood formed the eyes,
+and the mouth was a gash chopped in the log. When
+the Sawhorse first came to life it had no ears at
+all, and so could not hear; but the boy who then
+owned him had whittled two ears out of bark and
+stuck them in the head, after which the Sawhorse
+heard very distinctly.
+
+This queer wooden horse was a great favorite
+with Princess Ozma, who had caused the bottoms of
+its legs to be shod with plates of gold, so the
+wood would not wear away. Its saddle was made of
+cloth-of-gold richly encrusted with precious gems.
+It had never worn a bridle.
+
+As the Scarecrow came in sight of the party of
+travelers, he reined in his wooden steed and
+dismounted, greeting the Shaggy Man with a smiling
+nod. Then he turned to stare at the Patchwork Girl
+in wonder, while she in turn stared at him.
+
+"Shags," he whispered, drawing the Shaggy Man
+aside, "pat me into shape, there's a good fellow!"
+
+While his friend punched and patted the
+Scarecrow's body, to smooth out the humps, Scraps
+turned to Ojo and whispered: "Roll me out, please;
+I've sagged down dreadfully from walking so much
+and men like to see a stately figure."
+
+She then fell upon the ground and the boy rolled
+her back and forth like a rolling-pin, until the
+cotton had filled all the spaces in her patchwork
+covering and the body had lengthened to its
+fullest extent. Scraps and the Scarecrow both
+finished their hasty toilets at the same time, and
+again they faced each other.
+
+"Allow me, Miss Patchwork," said the Shaggy Man,
+"to present my friend, the Right Royal Scarecrow
+of Oz. Scarecrow, this is Miss Scraps Patches;
+Scraps, this is the Scarecrow. Scarecrow--Scraps;
+Scraps--Scarecrow."
+
+They both bowed with much dignity.
+
+"Forgive me for staring so rudely," said the
+Scarecrow, "but you are the most beautiful sight
+my eyes have ever beheld."
+
+"That is a high compliment from one who is
+himself so beautiful," murmured Scraps, casting
+down her suspender-button eyes by lowering her
+head. "But, tell me, good sir, are you not a
+trifle lumpy?"
+
+"Yes, of course; that's my straw, you know.
+It bunches up, sometimes, in spite of all my
+efforts to keep it even. Doesn't your straw ever
+bunch?"
+
+"Oh, I'm stuffed with cotton," said Scraps.
+"It never bunches, but it's inclined to pack down
+and make me sag."
+
+"But cotton is a high-grade stuffing. I may say
+it is even more stylish, not to say aristocratic,
+than straw," said the Scarecrow politely. "Still,
+it is but proper that one so entrancingly lovely
+should have the best stuffing there is going. I--
+er--I'm so glad I've met you, Miss Scraps!
+Introduce us again, Shaggy."
+
+"Once is enough," replied the Shaggy Man,
+laughing at his friend's enthusiasm.
+
+"Then tell me where you found her, and--Dear me,
+what a queer cat! What are you made of--gelatine?"
+
+"Pure glass," answered the cat, proud to have
+attracted the Scarecrow's attention. "I am much
+more beautiful than the Patchwork Girl. I'm
+transparent, and Scraps isn't; I've pink brains--
+you can see 'em work; and I've a ruby heart,
+finely polished, while Scraps hasn't any heart at
+all."
+
+"No more have I," said the Scarecrow, shaking
+hands with Scraps, as if to congratulate her on
+the fact. "I've a friend, the Tin Woodman, who has
+a heart, but I find I get along pretty well
+without one. And so--Well, well! here's a little
+Munchkin boy, too. Shake hands, my little man. How
+are you?"
+
+Ojo placed his hand in the flabby stuffed glove
+that served the Scarecrow for a hand, and the
+Scarecrow pressed it so cordially that the straw
+in his glove crackled.
+
+Meantime, the Woozy had approached the Sawhorse
+and begun to sniff at it. The Sawhorse resented
+this familiarity and with a sudden kick pounded
+the Woozy squarely on its head with one gold-shod
+foot.
+
+"Take that, you monster!" it cried angrily.
+
+The Woozy never even winked.
+
+"To be sure," he said; "I'll take anything I
+have to. But don't make me angry, you wooden
+beast, or my eyes will flash fire and burn you
+up."
+
+The Sawhorse rolled its knot eyes wickedly
+and kicked again, but the Woozy trotted away
+and said to the Scarecrow:
+
+"What a sweet disposition that creature has!
+I advise you to chop it up for kindling-wood
+and use me to ride upon. My back is flat and
+you can't fall off."
+
+"I think the trouble is that you haven't been
+properly introduced," said the Scarecrow,
+regarding the Woozy with much wonder, for he had
+never seen such a queer animal before.
+
+"The Sawhorse is the favorite steed of Princess
+Ozma, the Ruler of the Land of Oz, and he lives in
+a stable decorated with pearls and emeralds, at
+the rear of the royal palace. He is swift as the
+wind, untiring, and is kind to his friends. All
+the people of Oz respect the Sawhorse highly, and
+when I visit Ozma she sometimes allows me to ride
+him--as I am doing to-day. Now you know what an
+important personage the Sawhorse is, and if some
+one--perhaps yourself--will tell me your name,
+your rank and station, and your history, it will
+give me pleasure to relate them to the Sawhorse.
+This will lead to mutual respect and friendship."
+
+The Woozy was somewhat abashed by this speech
+and did not know how to reply. But Ojo said:
+
+"This square beast is called the Woozy, and he
+isn't of much importance except that he has three
+hairs growing on the tip of his tail."
+
+The Scarecrow looked and saw that this was true.
+
+"But," said he, in a puzzled way, "what makes
+those three hairs important? The Shaggy Man has
+thousands of hairs, but no one has ever accused
+him of being important."
+
+So Ojo related the sad story of Unc Nunkie's
+transformation into a marble statue, and told how
+he had set out to find the things the Crooked
+Magician wanted, in order to make a charm that
+would restore his uncle to life. One of the
+requirements was three hairs from a Woozy's tail,
+but not being able to pull out the hairs they had
+been obliged to take the Woozy with them.
+
+The Scarecrow looked grave as he listened and he
+shook his head several times, as if in
+disapproval.
+
+"We must see Ozma about this matter," he
+said. "That Crooked Magician is breaking the
+Law by practicing magic without a license, and
+I'm not sure Ozma will allow him to restore your
+uncle to life."
+
+"Already I have warned the boy of that,"
+declared the Shaggy Man.
+
+At this Ojo began to cry. "I want my Unc
+Nunkie!" he exclaimed. "I know how he can be
+restored to life, and I'm going to do it--Ozma or
+no Ozma! What right has this girl Ruler to keep my
+Unc Nunkie a statue forever?"
+
+"Don't worry about that just now," advised
+the Scarecrow. "Go on to the Emerald City,
+and when you reach it have the Shaggy Man
+take you to see Dorothy. Tell her your story and
+I'm sure she will help you. Dorothy is Ozma's
+best friend, and if you can win her to your side
+your uncle is pretty safe to live again." Then he
+turned to the Woozy and said: "I'm afraid you
+are not important enough to be introduced to
+the Sawhorse, after all."
+
+"I'm a better beast than he is," retorted the
+Woozy, indignantly. "My eyes can flash fire, and
+his can't."
+
+"Is this true?" inquired the Scarecrow, turning
+to the Munchkin boy.
+
+"Yes," said Ojo, and told how the Woozy had
+set fire to the fence.
+
+"Have you any other accomplishments?"
+asked the Scarecrow.
+
+"I have a most terrible growl--that is,
+sometimes," said the Woozy, as Scraps laughed
+merrily and the Shaggy Man smiled. But the Patchwork
+Girl's laugh made the Scarecrow forget all
+about the Woozy. He said to her:
+
+"What an admirable young lady you are, and
+what jolly good company! We must be better
+acquainted, for never before have I met a girl
+with such exquisite coloring or such natural,
+artless manners."
+
+"No wonder they call you the Wise Scarecrow,"
+replied Scraps.
+
+"When you arrive at the Emerald City I will see
+you again," continued the Scarecrow. "Just now I
+am going to call upon an old friend--an ordinary
+young lady named Jinjur--who has promised to
+repaint my left ear for me. You may have noticed
+that the paint on my left ear has peeled off and
+faded, which affects my hearing on that side.
+Jinjur always fixes me up when I get weather-
+worn."
+
+"When do you expect to return to the Emerald
+City?" asked the Shaggy Man.
+
+"I'll be there this evening, for I'm anxious
+to have a long talk with Miss Scraps. How is it,
+Sawhorse; are you equal to a swift run?"
+
+"Anything that suits you suits me," returned
+the wooden horse.
+
+So the Scarecrow mounted to the jeweled
+saddle and waved his hat, when the Sawhorse
+darted away so swiftly that they were out of
+sight in an instant.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Fourteen
+
+Ojo Breaks the Law
+
+
+"What a queer man," remarked the Munchkin boy,
+when the party had resumed its journey.
+
+"And so nice and polite," added Scraps, bobbing
+her head. "I think he is the handsomest man I've
+seen since I came to life."
+
+"Handsome is as handsome does," quoted the
+Shaggy Man; "but we must admit that no living
+scarecrow is handsomer. The chief merit of my
+friend is that he is a great thinker, and in Oz it
+is considered good policy to follow his advice."
+
+"I didn't notice any brains in his head,"
+observed the Glass Cat.
+
+"You can't see 'em work, but they're there, all
+right," declared the Shaggy Man. "I hadn't much
+confidence in his brains myself, when first I came
+to Oz, for a humbug Wizard gave them to him; but I
+was soon convinced that the Scarecrow is really
+wise; and, unless his brains make him so, such
+wisdom is unaccountable."
+
+"Is the Wizard of Oz a humbug?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Not now. He was once, but he has reformed
+and now assists Glinda the Good, who is the
+Royal Sorceress of Oz and the only one licensed
+to practice magic or sorcery. Glinda has taught
+our old Wizard a good many clever things, so
+he is no longer a humbug."
+
+They walked a little while in silence and
+then Ojo said:
+
+"If Ozma forbids the Crooked Magician to
+restore Unc Nunkie to life, what shall I do?"
+
+The Shaggy Man shook his head.
+
+"In that case you can't do anything," he said.
+"But don't be discouraged yet. We will go to
+Princess Dorothy and tell her your troubles, and
+then we will let her talk to Ozma. Dorothy has the
+kindest little heart in the world, and she has
+been through so many troubles herself that she is
+sure to sympathize with you."
+
+"Is Dorothy the little girl who came here from
+Kansas?" asked the boy.
+
+"Yes. In Kansas she was Dorothy Gale. I used to
+know her there, and she brought me to the Land of
+Oz. But now Ozma has made her a Princess, and
+Dorothy's Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are here, too."
+Here the Shaggy Man uttered a long sigh, and then
+he continued: "It's a queer country, this Land of
+Oz; but I like it, nevertheless."
+
+"What is queer about it?" asked Scraps.
+
+"You, for instance," said he.
+
+"Did you see no girls as beautiful as I am in
+your own country?" she inquired.
+
+"None with the same gorgeous, variegated
+beauty," he confessed. "In America a girl stuffed
+with cotton wouldn't be alive, nor would anyone
+think of making a girl out of a patchwork quilt."
+
+"What a queer country America must be!" she
+exclaimed in great surprise. "The Scarecrow, whom
+you say is wise, told me I am the most beautiful
+creature he has ever seen."
+
+"I know; and perhaps you are--from a scarecrow
+point of view," replied the Shaggy Man; but why he
+smiled as he said it Scraps could not imagine.
+
+As they drew nearer to the Emerald City the
+travelers were filled with admiration for the
+splendid scenery they beheld. Handsome houses
+stood on both sides of the road and each had a
+green lawn before it as well as a pretty flower
+garden.
+
+"In another hour," said the Shaggy Man, "we
+shall come in sight of the walls of the Royal
+City."
+
+He was walking ahead, with Scraps, and behind
+them came the Woozy and the Glass Cat. Ojo had
+lagged behind, for in spite of the warnings he
+had received the boy's eyes were fastened on the
+clover that bordered the road of yellow bricks and
+he was eager to discover if such a thing as a
+six-leaved clover really existed.
+
+Suddenly he stopped short and bent over to
+examine the ground more closely. Yes; here at last
+was a clover with six spreading leaves. He counted
+them carefully, to make sure. In an instant his
+heart leaped with joy, for this was one of the
+important things he had come for--one of the
+things that would restore dear Unc Nunkie to life.
+
+He glanced ahead and saw that none of his
+companions was looking back. Neither were any
+other people about, for it was midway between
+two houses. The temptation was too strong to
+be resisted.
+
+"I might search for weeks and weeks, and
+never find another six-leaved clover," he told
+himself, and quickly plucking the stem from the
+plant he placed the prized clover in his basket,
+covering it with the other things he carried
+there. Then, trying to look as if nothing had
+happened, he hurried forward and overtook his
+comrades.
+
+The Emerald City, which is the most splendid as
+well as the most beautiful city in any fairyland,
+is surrounded by a high, thick wall of green
+marble, polished smooth and set with glistening
+emeralds. There are four gates, one facing the
+Munchkin Country, one facing the Country of the
+Winkies, one facing the Country of the Quadlings
+and one facing the Country of the Gillikins. The
+Emerald City lies directly in the center of these
+four important countries of Oz. The gates had bars
+of pure gold, and on either side of each gateway
+were built high towers, from which floated gay
+banners. Other towers were set at distances along
+the walls, which were broad enough for four people
+to walk abreast upon.
+
+This enclosure, all green and gold and
+glittering with precious gems, was indeed a
+wonderful sight to greet our travelers, who first
+observed it from the top of a little hill; but
+beyond the wall was the vast city it surrounded,
+and hundreds of jeweled spires, domes and
+minarets, flaunting flags and banners, reared
+their crests far above the towers of the gateways.
+In the center of the city our friends could see
+the tops of many magnificent trees, some nearly as
+tall as the spires of the buildings, and the
+Shaggy Man told them that these trees were in the
+royal gardens of Princess Ozma.
+
+They stood a long time on the hilltop, feasting
+their eyes on the splendor of the Emerald City.
+
+"Whee!" exclaimed Scraps, clasping her padded
+hands in ecstacy, "that'll do for me to live in,
+all right. No more of the Munchkin Country for
+these patches--and no more of the Crooked
+Magician!"
+
+"Why, you belong to Dr. Pipt," replied Ojo,
+looking at her in amazement. "You were made for a
+servant, Scraps, so you are personal property and
+not your own mistress."
+
+"Bother Dr. Pipt! If he wants me, let him
+come here and get me. I'll not go back to his
+den of my own accord; that's certain. Only one
+place in the Land of Oz is fit to live in, and
+that's the Emerald City. It's lovely! It's almost
+as beautiful as I am, Ojo."
+
+"In this country," remarked the Shaggy Man,
+"people live wherever our Ruler tells them to. It
+wouldn't do to have everyone live in the Emerald
+City, you know, for some must plow the land and
+raise grains and fruits and vegetables, while
+others chop wood in the forests, or fish in the
+rivers, or herd the sheep and the cattle."
+
+"Poor things!" said Scraps.
+
+"I'm not sure they are not happier than the city
+people," replied the Shaggy Man. "There's a
+freedom and independence in country life that not
+even the Emerald City can give one. I know that
+lots of the city people would like to get back to
+the land. The Scarecrow lives in the country, and
+so do the Tin Woodman and Jack Pumpkinhead; yet
+all three would be welcome to live in Ozma's
+palace if they cared to. Too much splendor becomes
+tiresome, you know. But, if we're to reach the
+Emerald City before sundown, we must hurry, for it
+is yet a long way off."
+
+The entrancing sight of the city had put new
+energy into them all and they hurried forward
+with lighter steps than before. There was much
+to interest them along the roadway, for the
+houses were now set more closely together and
+they met a good many people who were coming
+or going from one place or another. All these
+seemed happy-faced, pleasant people, who
+nodded graciously to the strangers as they
+passed, and exchanged words of greeting.
+
+At last they reached the great gateway, just
+as the sun was setting and adding its red glow
+to the glitter of the emeralds on the green walls
+and spires. Somewhere inside the city a band
+could be heard playing sweet music; a soft,
+subdued hum, as of many voices, reached their
+ears; from the neighboring yards came the low
+mooing of cows waiting to be milked.
+
+They were almost at the gate when the golden
+bars slid back and a tall soldier stepped out and
+faced them. Ojo thought he had never seen so
+tall a man before. The soldier wore a handsome
+green and gold uniform, with a tall hat in which
+was a waving plume, and he had a belt thickly
+encrusted with jewels. But the most peculiar
+thing about him was his long green beard,
+which fell far below his waist and perhaps
+made him seem taller than he really was.
+
+"Halt!" said the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers, not in a stern voice but rather in a
+friendly tone.
+
+They halted before he spoke and stood looking at
+him.
+
+"Good evening, Colonel," said the Shaggy
+Man. "What's the news since I left? Anything
+important?"
+
+"Billina has hatched out thirteen new chickens,"
+replied the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, "and
+they're the cutest little fluffy yellow balls you
+ever saw. The Yellow Hen is mighty proud of those
+children, I can tell you."
+
+"She has a right to be," agreed the Shaggy
+Man. "Let me see; that's about seven thousand
+chicks she has hatched out; isn't it, General?"
+
+"That, at least," was the reply. "You will have
+to visit Billina and congratulate her."
+
+"It will give me pleasure to do that," said the
+Shaggy Man. "But you will observe that I have
+brought some strangers home with me. I am
+going to take them to see Dorothy."
+
+"One moment, please," said the soldier, barring
+their way as they started to enter the gate. "I am
+on duty, and I have orders to execute. Is anyone
+in your party named Ojo the Unlucky?"
+
+"Why, that's me!" cried Ojo, astonished at
+hearing his name on the lips of a stranger.
+
+The Soldier with the Green Whiskers nodded. "I
+thought so," said he, "and I am sorry to announce
+that it is my painful duty to arrest you."
+
+"Arrest me!" exclaimed the boy. "What for?"
+
+"I haven't looked to see," answered the soldier.
+Then he drew a paper from his breast pocket and
+glanced at it. "Oh, yes; you are to be arrested
+for willfully breaking one of the Laws of Oz."
+
+"Breaking a law!" said Scraps. "Nonsense,
+Soldier; you're joking."
+
+"Not this time," returned the soldier, with a
+sigh. "My dear child--what are you, a rummage sale
+or a guess-me-quick?--in me you behold the Body-
+Guard of our gracious Ruler, Princess Ozma, as
+well as the Royal Army of Oz and the Police Force
+of the Emerald City."
+
+"And only one man!" exclaimed the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Only one, and plenty enough. In my official
+positions I've had nothing to do for a good many
+years--so long that I began to fear I was
+absolutely useless--until to-day. An hour ago I was
+called to the presence of her Highness, Ozma of
+Oz, and told to arrest a boy named Ojo the
+Unlucky, who was journeying from the Munchkin
+Country to the Emerald City and would arrive in a
+short time. This command so astonished me that I
+nearly fainted, for it is the first time anyone
+has merited arrest since I can remember. You are
+rightly named Ojo the Unlucky, my poor boy, since
+you have broken a Law of Oz.
+
+"But you are wrong," said Scraps. "Ozma is
+wrong--you are all wrong--for Ojo has broken no
+Law."
+
+"Then he will soon be free again," replied the
+Soldier with the Green Whiskers. "Anyone accused
+of crime is given a fair trial by our Ruler and
+has every chance to prove his innocence. But just
+now Ozma's orders must be obeyed."
+
+With this he took from his pocket a pair of
+handcuffs made of gold and set with rubies and
+diamonds, and these he snapped over Ojo's wrists.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Fifteen
+
+Ozma's Prisoner
+
+
+The boy was so bewildered by this calamity that he
+made no resistance at all. He knew very well he
+was guilty, but it surprised him that Ozma also
+knew it. He wondered how she had found out so soon
+that he had picked the six-leaved clover. He
+handed his basket to Scraps and said:
+
+"Keep that, until I get out of prison. If I
+never get out, take it to the Crooked Magician, to
+whom it belongs."
+
+The Shaggy Man had been gazing earnestly in the
+boy's face, uncertain whether to defend him or
+not; but something he read in Ojo's expression
+made him draw back and refuse to interfere to save
+him. The Shaggy Man was greatly surprised and
+grieved, but he knew that Ozma never made mistakes
+and so Ojo must really have broken the Law of Oz.
+
+The Soldier with the Green Whiskers now led them
+all through the gate and into a little room built
+in the wall. Here sat a jolly little man, richly
+dressed in green and having around his neck a
+heavy gold chain to which a number of great golden
+keys were attached. This was the Guardian of the
+Gate and at the moment they entered his room he
+was playing a tune upon a mouth-organ.
+
+"Listen!" he said, holding up his hand for
+silence. "I've just composed a tune called 'The
+Speckled Alligator.' It's in patch-time, which is
+much superior to rag-time, and I've composed it in
+honor of the Patchwork Girl, who has just
+arrived."
+
+"How did you know I had arrived?" asked Scraps,
+much interested.
+
+"It's my business to know who's coming, for I'm
+the Guardian of the Gate. Keep quiet while I play
+you 'The Speckled Alligator.'"
+
+It wasn't a very bad tune, nor a very good one,
+but all listened respectfully while he shut his
+eyes and swayed his head from side to side and
+blew the notes from the little instrument. When it
+was all over the Soldier with the Green Whiskers
+said:
+
+"Guardian, I have here a prisoner."
+
+"Good gracious! A prisoner?" cried the little
+man, jumping up from his chair. "Which one? Not
+the Shaggy Man?"
+
+"No; this boy."
+
+"Ah; I hope his fault is as small as himself,"
+said the Guardian of the Gate. "But what can he
+have done, and what made him do it?"
+
+"Can't say," replied the soldier. "All I know
+is that he has broken the Law."
+
+"But no one ever does that!"
+
+"Then he must be innocent, and soon will be
+released. I hope you are right, Guardian. Just now
+I am ordered to take him to prison. Get me a
+prisoner's robe from your Official Wardrobe."
+
+The Guardian unlocked a closet and took
+from it a white robe, which the soldier threw
+over Ojo. It covered him from head to foot, but
+had two holes just in front of his eyes, so he
+could see where to go. In this attire the boy
+presented a very quaint appearance.
+
+As the Guardian unlocked a gate leading
+from his room into the streets of the Emerald
+City, the Shaggy Man said to Scraps:
+
+"I think I shall take you directly to Dorothy,
+as the Scarecrow advised, and the Glass Cat
+and the Woozy may come with us. Ojo must
+go to prison with the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers, but he will be well treated and you
+need not worry about him."
+
+"What will they do with him?" asked Scraps.
+
+"That I cannot tell. Since I came to the Land of
+Oz no one has ever been arrested or imprisoned--
+until Ojo broke the Law."
+
+"Seems to me that girl Ruler of yours is making
+a big fuss over nothing," remarked Scraps, tossing
+her yarn hair out of her eyes with a jerk of her
+patched head. "I don't know what Ojo has done, but
+it couldn't be anything very bad, for you and I
+were with him all the time."
+
+The Shaggy Man made no reply to this speech and
+presently the Patchwork Girl forgot all about Ojo
+in her admiration of the wonderful city she had
+entered.
+
+They soon separated from the Munchkin boy, who
+was led by the Soldier with the Green Whiskers
+down a side street toward the prison. Ojo felt
+very miserable and greatly ashamed of himself, but
+he was beginning to grow angry because he was
+treated in such a disgraceful manner. Instead of
+entering the splendid Emerald City as a
+respectable traveler who was entitled to a
+welcome and to hospitality, he was being brought
+in as a criminal, handcuffed and in a robe that
+told all he met of his deep disgrace.
+
+Ojo was by nature gentle and affectionate and if
+he had disobeyed the Law of Oz it was to restore
+his dear Unc Nunkie to life. His fault was more
+thoughtless than wicked, but that did not alter
+the fact that he had committed a fault. At first
+he had felt sorrow and remorse, but the more he
+thought about the unjust treatment he had
+received--unjust merely because he considered it
+so--the more he resented his arrest, blaming Ozma
+for making foolish laws and then punishing folks
+who broke them. Only a six-leaved clover! A tiny
+green plant growing neglected and trampled under
+foot. What harm could there be in picking it? Ojo
+began to think Ozma must be a very bad and
+oppressive Ruler for such a lovely fairyland as
+Oz. The Shaggy Man said the people loved her; but
+how could they?
+
+The little Munchkin boy was so busy thinking
+these things--which many guilty prisoners have
+thought before him--that he scarcely noticed all
+the splendor of the city streets through which
+they passed. Whenever they met any of the happy,
+smiling people, the boy turned his head away in
+shame, although none knew who was beneath the
+robe.
+
+By and by they reached a house built just beside
+the great city wall, but in a quiet, retired
+place. It was a pretty house, neatly painted and
+with many windows. Before it was a garden filled
+with blooming flowers. The Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers led Ojo up the gravel path to the front
+door, on which he knocked.
+
+A woman opened the door and, seeing Ojo
+in his white robe, exclaimed:
+
+"Goodness me! A prisoner at last. But what a
+small one, Soldier."
+
+"The size doesn't matter, Tollydiggle, my
+dear. The fact remains that he is a prisoner,"
+said the soldier. "And, this being the prison,
+and you the jailer, it is my duty to place the
+prisoner in your charge."
+
+"True. Come in, then, and I'll give you a
+receipt for him."
+
+They entered the house and passed through a hall
+to a large circular room, where the woman pulled
+the robe off from Ojo and looked at him with
+kindly interest. The boy, on his part, was gazing
+around him in amazement, for never had he dreamed
+of such a magnificent apartment as this in which
+he stood. The roof of the dome was of colored
+glass, worked into beautiful designs. The walls
+were paneled with plates of gold decorated with
+gems of great size and many colors, and upon the
+tiled floor were soft rugs delightful to walk
+upon. The furniture was framed in gold and
+upholstered in satin brocade and it consisted of
+easy chairs, divans and stools in great variety.
+Also there were several tables with mirror tops
+and cabinets filled with rare and curious things.
+In one place a case filled with books stood
+against the wall, and elsewhere Ojo saw a cupboard
+containing all sorts of games.
+
+"May I stay here a little while before I go to
+prison?" asked the boy, pleadingly.
+
+"Why, this is your prison," replied Tollydiggle,
+"and in me behold your jailor. Take off those
+handcuffs, Soldier, for it is impossible for
+anyone to escape from this house."
+
+"I know that very well," replied the soldier and
+at once unlocked the handcuffs and released the
+prisoner.
+
+The woman touched a button on the wall and
+lighted a big chandelier that hung suspended from
+the ceiling, for it was growing dark outside. Then
+she seated herself at a desk and asked:
+
+"What name?"
+
+"Ojo the Unlucky," answered the Soldier
+with the Green Whiskers.
+
+"Unlucky? Ah, that accounts for it," said she.
+"What crime?"
+
+"Breaking a Law of Oz."
+
+"All right. There's your receipt, Soldier; and
+now I'm responsible for the prisoner. I'm glad
+of it, for this is the first time I've ever had
+anything to do, in my official capacity," remarked
+the jailer, in a pleased tone.
+
+"It's the same with me, Tollydiggle," laughed
+the soldier. "But my task is finished and I must
+go and report to Ozma that I've done my duty
+like a faithful Police Force, a loyal Army and
+an honest Body-Guard--as I hope I am."
+
+Saying this, he nodded farewell to Tollydiggle
+and Ojo and went away.
+
+"Now, then," said the woman briskly, "I must get
+you some supper, for you are doubtless hungry.
+What would you prefer: planked whitefish, omelet
+with jelly or mutton-chops with gravy?"
+
+Ojo thought about it. Then he said: "I'll take
+the chops, if you please."
+
+"Very well; amuse yourself while I'm gone;
+I won't be long," and then she went out by a
+door and left the prisoner alone.
+
+Ojo was much astonished, for not only was this
+unlike any prison he had ever heard of, but he was
+being treated more as a guest than a criminal.
+There were many windows and they had no locks.
+There were three doors to the room and none were
+bolted. He cautiously opened one of the doors and
+found it led into a hallway. But he had no
+intention of trying to escape. If his jailor was
+willing to trust him in this way he would not
+betray her trust, and moreover a hot supper was
+being prepared for him and his prison was very
+pleasant and comfortable. So he took a book from
+the case and sat down in a big chair to look at
+the pictures.
+
+This amused him until the woman came in with a
+large tray and spread a cloth on one of the
+tables. Then she arranged his supper, which proved
+the most varied and delicious meal Ojo had ever
+eaten in his life.
+
+Tollydiggle sat near him while he ate, sewing
+on some fancy work she held in her lap. When
+he had finished she cleared the table and then
+read to him a story from one of the books.
+
+"Is this really a prison?" he asked, when she
+had finished reading.
+
+"Indeed it is," she replied. "It is the only
+prison in the Land of Oz."
+
+"And am I a prisoner?"
+
+"Bless the child! Of course."
+
+"Then why is the prison so fine, and why
+are you so kind to me?" he earnestly asked.
+
+Tollydiggle seemed surprised by the question,
+but she presently answered:
+
+"We consider a prisoner unfortunate. He is
+unfortunate in two ways--because he has done
+something wrong and because he is deprived of his
+liberty. Therefore we should treat him kindly,
+because of his misfortune, for otherwise he would
+become hard and bitter and would not be sorry he
+had done wrong. Ozma thinks that one who has
+committed a fault did so because he was not strong
+and brave; therefore she puts him in prison to
+make him strong and brave. When that is
+accomplished he is no longer a prisoner, but a
+good and loyal citizen and everyone is glad that
+he is now strong enough to resist doing wrong. You
+see, it is kindness that makes one strong and
+brave; and so we are kind to our prisoners."
+
+Ojo thought this over very carefully. "I had
+an idea," said he, "that prisoners were always
+treated harshly, to punish them."
+
+"That would be dreadful!" cried Tollydiggle.
+"Isn't one punished enough in knowing he has
+done wrong? Don't you wish, Ojo, with all your
+heart, that you had not been disobedient and
+broken a Law of Oz?"
+
+"I--I hate to be different from other people,"
+he admitted.
+
+"Yes; one likes to be respected as highly as his
+neighbors are," said the woman. "When you are
+tried and found guilty, you will be obliged to
+make amends, in some way. I don't know just
+what Ozma will do to you, because this is the
+first time one of us has broken a Law; but you
+may be sure she will be just and merciful. Here
+in the Emerald City people are too happy and
+contented ever to do wrong; but perhaps you
+came from some faraway corner of our land, and
+having no love for Ozma carelessly broke one
+of her Laws."
+
+"Yes," said Ojo, "I've lived all my life in the
+heart of a lonely forest, where I saw no one but
+dear Unc Nunkie."
+
+"I thought so," said Tollydiggle. "But now
+we have talked enough, so let us play a game
+until bedtime."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Sixteen
+
+Princess Dorothy
+
+
+Dorothy Gale was sitting in one of her rooms in
+the royal palace, while curled up at her feet was
+a little black dog with a shaggy coat and very
+bright eyes. She wore a plain white frock, without
+any jewels or other ornaments except an emerald-
+green hair-ribbon, for Dorothy was a simple
+little girl and had not been in the least spoiled
+by the magnificence surrounding her. Once the
+child had lived on the Kansas prairies, but she
+seemed marked for adventure, for she had made
+several trips to the Land of Oz before she came to
+live there for good. Her very best friend was the
+beautiful Ozma of Oz, who loved Dorothy so well
+that she kept her in her own palace, so as to be
+near her. The girl's Uncle Henry and Aunt Em--the
+only relatives she had in the world--had also been
+brought here by Ozma and given a pleasant home.
+Dorothy knew almost everybody in Oz, and it was
+she who had discovered the Scarecrow, the Tin
+Woodman and the Cowardly Lion, as well as Tik-Tok
+the Clockwork Man. Her life was very pleasant now,
+and although she had been made a Princess of Oz by
+her friend Ozma she did not care much to be a
+Princess and remained as sweet as when she had
+been plain Dorothy Gale of Kansas.
+
+Dorothy was reading in a book this evening
+when Jellia Jamb, the favorite servant-maid of
+the palace, came to say that the Shaggy Man
+wanted to see her.
+
+"All right," said Dorothy; "tell him to come
+right up."
+
+"But he has some queer creatures with him--some
+of the queerest I've ever laid eyes on," reported
+Jellia.
+
+"Never mind; let 'em all come up," replied
+Dorothy.
+
+But when the door opened to admit not only the
+Shaggy Man, but Scraps, the Woozy and the Glass
+Cat, Dorothy jumped up and looked at her strange
+visitors in amazement. The Patchwork Girl was the
+most curious of all and Dorothy was uncertain at
+first whether Scraps was really alive or only a
+dream or a nightmare. Toto, her dog, slowly
+uncurled himself and going to the Patchwork Girl
+sniffed at her inquiringly; but soon he lay down
+again, as if to say he had no interest in such an
+irregular creation.
+
+"You're a new one to me," Dorothy said
+reflectively, addressing the Patchwork Girl. "I
+can't imagine where you've come from."
+
+"Who, me?" asked Scraps, looking around the
+pretty room instead of at the girl. "Oh, I came
+from a bed-quilt, I guess. That's what they say,
+anyhow. Some call it a crazy-quilt and some a
+patchwork quilt. But my name is Scraps--and now
+you know all about me."
+
+"Not quite all," returned Dorothy with a smile.
+"I wish you'd tell me how you came to be alive."
+
+"That's an easy job," said Scraps, sitting upon
+a big upholstered chair and making the springs
+bounce her up and down. "Margolotte wanted a
+slave, so she made me out of an old bed-quilt she
+didn't use. Cotton stuffing, suspender-button
+eyes, red velvet tongue, pearl beads for teeth.
+The Crooked Magician made a Powder of Life,
+sprinkled me with it and--here I am. Perhaps
+you've noticed my different colors. A very refined
+and educated gentleman named the Scarecrow, whom I
+met, told me I am the most beautiful creature in
+all Oz, and I believe it."
+
+"Oh! Have you met our Scarecrow, then?" asked
+Dorothy, a little puzzled to understand the brief
+history related.
+
+"Yes; isn't he jolly?"
+
+"The Scarecrow has many good qualities," replied
+Dorothy. "But I'm sorry to hear all this 'bout the
+Crooked Magician. Ozma'll be mad as hops when she
+hears he's been doing magic again. She told him
+not to."
+
+"He only practices magic for the benefit of his
+own family," explained Bungle, who was keeping at
+a respectful distance from the little black dog.
+
+"Dear me," said Dorothy; "I hadn't noticed
+you before. Are you glass, or what?"
+
+"I'm glass, and transparent, too, which is more
+than can be said of some folks," answered the
+cat. "Also I have some lovely pink brains; you
+can see 'em work."
+
+"Oh; is that so? Come over here and let me see."
+
+The Glass Cat hesitated, eyeing the dog.
+
+"Send that beast away and I will," she said.
+
+"Beast! Why, that's my dog Toto, an' he's the
+kindest dog in all the world. Toto knows a good
+many things, too; 'most as much as I do, I
+guess."
+
+"Why doesn't he say anything?" asked Bungle.
+
+"He can't talk, not being a fairy dog,"
+explained Dorothy. "He's just a common United
+States dog; but that's a good deal; and I
+understand him, and he understands me, just as
+well as if he could talk."
+
+Toto, at this, got up and rubbed his head
+softly against Dorothy's hand, which she held
+out to him, and he looked up into her face as if
+he had understood every word she had said.
+
+"This cat, Toto," she said to him, "is made
+of glass, so you mustn't bother it, or chase it,
+any more than you do my Pink Kitten. It's
+prob'ly brittle and might break if it bumped
+against anything."
+
+"Woof!" said Toto, and that meant he understood.
+
+The Glass Cat was so proud of her pink brains
+that she ventured to come close to Dorothy, in
+order that the girl might "see 'em work." This was
+really interesting, but when Dorothy patted the
+cat she found the glass cold and hard and
+unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle
+would never do for a pet.
+
+"What do you know about the Crooked Magician who
+lives on the mountain?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"He made me," replied the cat; "so I know all
+about him. The Patchwork Girl is new--three or
+four days old--but I've lived with Dr. Pipt for
+years; and, though I don't much care for him, I
+will say that he has always refused to work magic
+for any of the people who come to his house. He
+thinks there's no harm in doing magic things for
+his own family, and he made me out of glass
+because the meat cats drink too much milk. He also
+made Scraps come to life so she could do the
+housework for his wife Margolotte."
+
+"Then why did you both leave him?" asked
+Dorothy.
+
+"I think you'd better let me explain that,"
+interrupted the Shaggy Man, and then he told
+Dorothy all of Ojo's story and how Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte had accidentally been turned to marble
+by the Liquid of Petrifaction. Then he related how
+the boy had started out in search of the things
+needed to make the magic charm, which would
+restore the unfortunates to life, and how he had
+found the Woozy and taken him along because he
+could not pull the three hairs out of its tail.
+Dorothy listened to all this with much interest,
+and thought that so far Ojo had acted very well.
+But when the Shaggy Man told her of the Munchkin
+boy's arrest by the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers, because he was accused of wilfully
+breaking a Law of Oz, the little girl was greatly
+shocked.
+
+"What do you s'pose he's done?" she asked.
+
+"I fear he has picked a six-leaved clover,"
+answered the Shaggy Man, sadly. "I did not see him
+do it, and I warned him that to do so was against
+the Law; but perhaps that is what he did,
+nevertheless."
+
+"I'm sorry 'bout that," said Dorothy gravely,
+"for now there will be no one to help his poor
+uncle and Margolotte 'cept this Patchwork Girl,
+the Woozy and the Glass Cat."
+
+"Don't mention it," said Scraps. "That's no
+affair of mine. Margolotte and Unc Nunkie are
+perfect strangers to me, for the moment I came
+to life they came to marble."
+
+"I see," remarked Dorothy with a sigh of
+regret; "the woman forgot to give you a heart."
+
+"I'm glad she did," retorted the Patchwork Girl.
+"A heart must be a great annoyance to one. It
+makes a person feel sad or sorry or devoted or
+sympathetic--all of which sensations interfere with
+one's happiness."
+
+"I have a heart," murmured the Glass Cat.
+"It's made of a ruby; but I don't imagine I shall
+let it bother me about helping Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte."
+
+"That's a pretty hard heart of yours," said
+Dorothy. "And the Woozy, of course--"
+
+"Why, as for me," observed the Woozy, who was
+reclining on the floor with his legs doubled under
+him, so that he looked much like a square box, "I
+have never seen those unfortunate people you are
+speaking of, and yet I am sorry for them, having
+at times been unfortunate myself. When I was shut
+up in that forest I longed for some one to help
+me, and by and by Ojo came and did help me. So I'm
+willing to help his uncle. I'm only a stupid
+beast, Dorothy, but I can't help that, and if
+you'll tell me what to do to help Ojo and his
+uncle, I'll gladly do it."
+
+Dorothy walked over and patted the Woozy on his
+square head.
+
+"You're not pretty," she said, "but I like you.
+What are you able to do; anything 'special?"
+
+"I can make my eyes flash fire--real fire--when
+I'm angry. When anyone says: 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me
+I get angry, and then my eyes flash fire."
+
+"I don't see as fireworks could help Ojo's
+uncle," remarked Dorothy. "Can you do anything
+else?"
+
+"I--I thought I had a very terrifying growl,"
+said the Woozy, with hesitation; "but perhaps
+I was mistaken."
+
+"Yes," said the Shaggy Man, "you were certainly
+wrong about that." Then he turned to Dorothy and
+added: "What will become of the Munchkin boy?"
+
+"I don't know," she said, shaking her head
+thoughtfully. "Ozma will see him 'bout it, of
+course, and then she'll punish him. But how,
+I don't know, 'cause no one ever has been
+punished in Oz since I knew anything about
+the place. Too bad, Shaggy Man, isn't it?"
+
+While they were talking Scraps had been
+roaming around the room and looking at all
+the pretty things it contained. She had carried
+Ojo's basket in her hand, until now, when she
+decided to see what was inside it. She found
+the bread and cheese, which she had no use for,
+and the bundle of charms, which were curious
+but quite a mystery to her. Then, turning these
+over, she came upon the six-leaved clover which
+the boy had plucked.
+
+Scraps was quick-witted, and although she had no
+heart she recognized the fact that Ojo was her
+first friend. She knew at once that because the
+boy had taken the clover he had been imprisoned,
+and she understood that Ojo had given her the
+basket so they would not find the clover in his
+possession and have proof of his crime. So,
+turning her head to see that no one noticed her,
+she took the clover from the basket and dropped it
+into a golden vase that stood on Dorothy's table.
+Then she came forward and said to Dorothy:
+
+"I wouldn't care to help Ojo's uncle, but I
+will help Ojo. He did not break the Law--no
+one can prove he did--and that green-whiskered
+soldier had no right to arrest him."
+
+"Ozma ordered the boy's arrest," said Dorothy,
+"and of course she knew what she was doing. But if
+you can prove Ojo is innocent they will set him
+free at once."
+
+"They'll have to prove him guilty, won't
+they?'' asked Scraps.
+
+"I s'pose so."
+
+"Well, they can't do that," declared the
+Patchwork Girl.
+
+As it was nearly time for Dorothy to dine with
+Ozma, which she did every evening, she rang for a
+servant and ordered the Woozy taken to a nice room
+and given plenty of such food as he liked best.
+
+"That's honey-bees," said the Woozy.
+
+"You can't eat honey-bees, but you'll be given
+something just as nice," Dorothy told him. Then
+she had the Glass Cat taken to another room for
+the night and the Patchwork Girl she kept in one
+of her own rooms, for she was much interested in
+the strange creature and wanted to talk with her
+again and try to understand her better.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Seventeen
+
+Ozma and Her Friends
+
+
+The Shaggy Man had a room of his own in the royal
+palace, so there he went to change his shaggy suit
+of clothes for another just as shaggy but not so
+dusty from travel. He selected a costume of
+pea-green and pink satin and velvet, with
+embroidered shags on all the edges and iridescent
+pearls for ornaments. Then he bathed in an
+alabaster pool and brushed his shaggy hair and
+whiskers the wrong way to make them still more
+shaggy. This accomplished, and arrayed in his
+splendid shaggy garments, he went to Ozma's
+banquet hall and found the Scarecrow, the Wizard
+and Dorothy already assembled there. The Scarecrow
+had made a quick trip and returned to the Emerald
+City with his left ear freshly painted.
+
+A moment later, while they all stood in waiting,
+a servant threw open a door, the orchestra struck
+up a tune and Ozma of Oz entered.
+
+Much has been told and written concerning the
+beauty of person and character of this sweet girl
+Ruler of the Land of Oz--the richest, the happiest
+and most delightful fairyland of which we have any
+knowledge. Yet with all her queenly qualities Ozma
+was a real girl and enjoyed the things in life
+that other real girls enjoy. When she sat on her
+splendid emerald throne in the great Throne Room
+of her palace and made laws and settled disputes
+and tried to keep all her subjects happy and
+contented, she was as dignified and demure as any
+queen might be; but when she had thrown aside her
+jeweled robe of state and her sceptre, and had
+retired to her private apartments, the girl--
+joyous, light-hearted and free--replaced the
+sedate Ruler.
+
+In the banquet hall to-night were gathered
+only old and trusted friends, so here Ozma was
+herself--a mere girl. She greeted Dorothy with
+a kiss, the Shaggy Man with a smile, the little
+old Wizard with a friendly handshake and then
+she pressed the Scarecrow's stuffed arm and
+cried merrily:
+
+"What a lovely left ear! Why, it's a hundred
+times better than the old one."
+
+"I'm glad you like it," replied the Scarecrow,
+well pleased. "Jinjur did a neat job, didn't she?
+And my hearing is now perfect. Isn't it wonderful
+what a little paint will do, if it's properly
+applied?"
+
+"It really is wonderful," she agreed, as they
+all took their seats; "but the Sawhorse must
+have made his legs twinkle to have carried you so
+far in one day. I didn't expect you back before
+to-morrow, at the earliest."
+
+"Well," said the Scarecrow, "I met a charming
+girl on the road and wanted to see more of her, so
+I hurried back."
+
+Ozma laughed.
+
+"I know," she returned; "it's the Patchwork
+Girl. She is certainly bewildering, if not strictly
+beautiful."
+
+"Have you seen her, then?" the straw man eagerly
+asked.
+
+"Only in my Magic Picture, which shows me all
+scenes of interest in the Land of Oz."
+
+"I fear the picture didn't do her justice," said
+the Scarecrow.
+
+"It seemed to me that nothing could be more
+gorgeous," declared Ozma. "Whoever made that
+patchwork quilt, from which Scraps was formed,
+must have selected the gayest and brightest bits
+of cloth that ever were woven."
+
+"I am glad you like her," said the Scarecrow
+in a satisfied tone. Although the straw man did
+not eat, not being made so he could, he often
+dined with Ozma and her companions, merely
+for the pleasure of talking with them. He sat at
+the table and had a napkin and plate, but the
+servants knew better than to offer him food.
+After a little while he asked: "Where is the
+Patchwork Girl now?"
+
+"In my room," replied Dorothy. "I've taken a
+fancy to her; she's so queer and--and--uncommon."
+
+"She's half crazy, I think," added the Shaggy
+Man.
+
+"But she is so beautiful!" exclaimed the
+Scarecrow, as if that fact disarmed all criticism.
+They all laughed at his enthusiasm, but the
+Scarecrow was quite serious. Seeing that he was
+interested in Scraps they forbore to say anything
+against her. The little band of friends Ozma had
+gathered around her was so quaintly assorted that
+much care must be exercised to avoid hurting their
+feelings or making any one of them unhappy. It was
+this considerate kindness that held them close
+friends and enabled them to enjoy one another's
+society.
+
+Another thing they avoided was conversing
+on unpleasant subjects, and for that reason Ojo
+and his troubles were not mentioned during the
+dinner. The Shaggy Man, however, related his
+adventures with the monstrous plants which
+had seized and enfolded the travelers, and told
+how he had robbed Chiss, the giant porcupine,
+of the quills which it was accustomed to throw
+at people. Both Dorothy and Ozma were pleased
+with this exploit and thought it served Chiss
+right.
+
+Then they talked of the Woozy, which was the
+most remarkable animal any of them had ever before
+seen--except, perhaps, the live Sawhorse. Ozma had
+never known that her dominions contained such a
+thing as a Woozy, there being but one in existence
+and this being confined in his forest for many
+years. Dorothy said she believed the Woozy was a
+good beast, honest and faithful; but she added
+that she did not care much for the Glass Cat.
+
+"Still," said the Shaggy Man, "the Glass Cat
+is very pretty and if she were not so conceited
+over her pink brains no one would object to her
+as a companion."
+
+The Wizard had been eating silently until
+now, when he looked up and remarked:
+
+"That Powder of Life which is made by the
+Crooked Magician is really a wonderful thing.
+But Dr. Pipt does not know its true value and
+he uses it in the most foolish ways."
+
+"I must see about that," said Ozma, gravely.
+Then she smiled again and continued in a
+lighter tone: "It was Dr. Pipt's famous Powder
+of Life that enabled me to become the Ruler
+of Oz."
+
+"I've never heard that story," said the Shaggy
+Man, looking at Ozma questioningly.
+
+"Well, when I was a baby girl I was stolen by an
+old Witch named Mombi and transformed into a boy,"
+began the girl Ruler. "I did not know who I was
+and when I grew big enough to work, the Witch made
+me wait upon her and carry wood for the fire and
+hoe in the garden. One day she came back from a
+journey bringing some of the Powder of Life, which
+Dr. Pipt had given her. I had made a pumpkin-
+headed man and set it up in her path to frighten
+her, for I was fond of fun and hated the Witch.
+But she knew what the figure was and to test her
+Powder of Life she sprinkled some of it on the man
+I had made. It came to life and is now our dear
+friend Jack Pumpkinhead. That night I ran away
+with Jack to escape punishment, and I took old
+Mombi's Powder of Life with me. During our journey
+we came upon a wooden Sawhorse standing by the
+road and I used the magic powder to bring it to
+life. The Sawhorse has been with me ever since.
+When I got to the Emerald City the good Sorceress,
+Glinda, knew who I was and restored me to my
+proper person, when I became the rightful Ruler of
+this land. So you see had not old Mombi brought
+home the Powder of Life I might never have run
+away from her and become Ozma of Oz, nor would we
+have had Jack Pumpkinhead and the Sawhorse to
+comfort and amuse us."
+
+That story interested the Shaggy Man very much,
+as well as the others, who had often heard it
+before. The dinner being now concluded, they all
+went to Ozma's drawing-room, where they passed a
+pleasant evening before it came time to retire.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Eighteen
+
+Ojo is Forgiven
+
+
+The next morning the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers went to the prison and took Ojo away to
+the royal palace, where he was summoned to appear
+before the girl Ruler for judgment. Again the
+soldier put upon the boy the jeweled handcuffs and
+white prisoner's robe with the peaked top and
+holes for the eyes. Ojo was so ashamed, both of
+his disgrace and the fault he had committed, that
+he was glad to be covered up in this way, so that
+people could not see him or know who he was. He
+followed the Soldier with the Green Whiskers very
+willingly, anxious that his fate might be decided
+as soon as possible.
+
+The inhabitants of the Emerald City were polite
+people and never jeered at the unfortunate; but it
+was so long since they had seen a prisoner that
+they cast many curious looks toward the boy and
+many of them hurried away to the royal palace to
+be present during the trial.
+
+When Ojo was escorted into the great Throne
+Room of the palace he found hundreds of people
+assembled there. In the magnificent emerald
+throne, which sparkled with countless jewels, sat
+Ozma of Oz in her Robe of State, which was
+embroidered with emeralds and pearls. On her
+right, but a little lower, was Dorothy, and on her
+left the Scarecrow. Still lower, but nearly in
+front of Ozma, sat the wonderful Wizard of Oz and
+on a small table beside him was the golden vase
+from Dorothy's room, into which Scraps had dropped
+the stolen clover.
+
+At Ozma's feet crouched two enormous beasts,
+each the largest and most powerful of its kind.
+Although these beasts were quite free, no one
+present was alarmed by them; for the Cowardly Lion
+and the Hungry Tiger were well known and respected
+in the Emerald City and they always guarded the
+Ruler when she held high court in the Throne Room.
+There was still another beast present, but this
+one Dorothy held in her arms, for it was her
+constant companion, the little dog Toto. Toto knew
+the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger and often
+played and romped with them, for they were good
+friends.
+
+Seated on ivory chairs before Ozma, with a clear
+space between them and the throne, were many of
+the nobility of the Emerald City, lords and ladies
+in beautiful costumes, and officials of the
+kingdom in the royal uniforms of Oz. Behind these
+courtiers were others of less importance, filling
+the great hall to the very doors.
+
+At the same moment that the Soldier with the
+Green Whiskers arrived with Ojo, the Shaggy Man
+entered from a side door, escorting the Patchwork
+Girl, the Woozy and the Glass Cat. All these came
+to the vacant space before the throne and stood
+facing the Ruler.
+
+"Hullo, Ojo," said Scraps; "how are you?"
+
+"All right," he replied; but the scene awed the
+boy and his voice trembled a little with fear.
+Nothing could awe the Patchwork Girl, and although
+the Woozy was somewhat uneasy in these splendid
+surroundings the Glass Cat was delighted with the
+sumptuousness of the court and the impressiveness
+of the occasion--pretty big words but quite
+expressive.
+
+At a sign from Ozma the soldier removed Ojo's
+white robe and the boy stood face to face with the
+girl who was to decide his punishment. He saw at a
+glance how lovely and sweet she was, and his heart
+gave a bound of joy, for he hoped she would be
+merciful.
+
+Ozma sat looking at the prisoner a long time.
+Then she said gently:
+
+"One of the Laws of Oz forbids anyone to
+pick a six-leaved clover. You are accused of
+having broken this Law, even after you had
+been warned not to do so."
+
+Ojo hung his head and while he hesitated how to
+reply the Patchwork Girl stepped forward and spoke
+for him.
+
+"All this fuss is about nothing at all," she
+said, facing Ozma unabashed. "You can't prove he
+picked the six-leaved clover, so you've no right
+to accuse him of it. Search him, if you like, but
+you won't find the clover; look in his basket and
+you'll find it's not there. He hasn't got it, so I
+demand that you set this poor Munchkin boy free."
+
+The people of Oz listened to this defiance in
+amazement and wondered at the queer Patchwork Girl
+who dared talk so boldly to their Ruler. But Ozma
+sat silent and motionless and it was the little
+Wizard who answered Scraps.
+
+"So the clover hasn't been picked, eh?" he said.
+"I think it has. I think the boy hid it in his
+basket, and then gave the basket to you. I also
+think you dropped the clover into this vase, which
+stood in Princess Dorothy's room, hoping to get
+rid of it so it would not prove the boy guilty.
+You're a stranger here, Miss Patches, and so you
+don't know that nothing can be hidden from our
+powerful Ruler's Magic Picture--nor from the
+watchful eyes of the humble Wizard of Oz. Look,
+all of you!" With these words he waved his hands
+toward the vase on the table, which Scraps now
+noticed for the first time.
+
+From the mouth of the vase a plant sprouted,
+slowly growing before their eyes until it became a
+beautiful bush, and on the topmost branch appeared
+the six-leaved clover which Ojo had unfortunately
+picked.
+
+The Patchwork Girl looked at the clover and
+said: "Oh, so you've found it. Very well; prove
+he picked it, if you can."
+
+Ozma turned to Ojo.
+
+"Did you pick the six-leaved clover?" she asked.
+
+"Yes," he replied. "I knew it was against the
+Law, but I wanted to save Unc Nunkie and I was
+afraid if I asked your consent to pick it you
+would refuse me."
+
+"What caused you to think that?" asked the
+Ruler.
+
+"Why, it seemed to me a foolish law, unjust and
+unreasonable. Even now I can see no harm in
+picking a six-leaved clover. And I--I had not seen
+the Emerald City, then, nor you, and I thought a
+girl who would make such a silly Law would not be
+likely to help anyone in trouble."
+
+Ozma regarded him musingly, her chin resting
+upon her hand; but she was not angry. On the
+contrary she smiled a little at her thoughts and
+then grew sober again.
+
+"I suppose a good many laws seem foolish to
+those people who do not understand them," she
+said; "but no law is ever made without some
+purpose, and that purpose is usually to protect
+all the people and guard their welfare. As you are
+a stranger, I will explain this Law which to you
+seems so foolish. Years ago there were many
+Witches and Magicians in the Land of Oz, and one
+of the things they often used in making their
+magic charms and transformations was a six-leaved
+clover. These Witches and Magicians caused so much
+trouble among my people, often using their powers
+for evil rather than good, that I decided to
+forbid anyone to practice magic or sorcery except
+Glinda the Good and her assistant, the Wizard of
+Oz, both of whom I can trust to use their arts
+only to benefit my people and to make them
+happier. Since I issued that Law the Land of Oz
+has been far more peaceful and quiet; but I
+learned that some of the Witches and Magicians
+were still practicing magic on the sly and using
+the six-leaved clovers to make their potions and
+charms. Therefore I made another Law forbidding
+anyone from plucking a six-leaved clover or from
+gathering other plants and herbs which the Witches
+boil in their kettles to work magic with. That has
+almost put an end to wicked sorcery in our land,
+so you see the Law was not a foolish one, but wise
+and just; and, in any event, it is wrong to
+disobey a Law."
+
+Ojo knew she was right and felt greatly
+mortified to realize he had acted and spoken so
+ridiculously. But he raised his head and looked
+Ozma in the face, saying:
+
+"I am sorry I have acted wrongly and broken
+your Law. I did it to save Unc Nunkie, and
+thought I would not be found out. But I am
+guilty of this act and whatever punishment you
+think I deserve I will suffer willingly."
+
+Ozma smiled more brightly, then, and nodded
+graciously.
+
+"You are forgiven," she said. "For, although
+you have committed a serious fault, you are now
+penitent and I think you have been punished
+enough. Soldier, release Ojo the Lucky and--"
+
+"I beg your pardon; I'm Ojo the Unlucky,"
+said the boy.
+
+"At this moment you are lucky," said she.
+"Release him, Soldier, and let him go free."
+
+The people were glad to hear Ozma's decree and
+murmured their approval. As the royal audience was
+now over, they began to leave the Throne Room and
+soon there were none remaining except Ojo and his
+friends and Ozma and her favorites.
+
+The girl Ruler now asked Ojo to sit down and
+tell her all his story, which he did, beginning
+at the time he had left his home in the forest
+and ending with his arrival at the Emerald City
+and his arrest. Ozma listened attentively and
+was thoughtful for some moments after the boy
+had finished speaking. Then she said:
+
+"The Crooked Magician was wrong to make the
+Glass Cat and the Patchwork Girl, for it was
+against the Law. And if he had not unlawfully kept
+the bottle of Liquid of Petrifaction standing on
+his shelf, the accident to his wife Margolotte and
+to Unc Nunkie could not have occurred. I can
+understand, however, that Ojo, who loves his
+uncle, will be unhappy unless he can save him.
+Also I feel it is wrong to leave those two victims
+standing as marble statues, when they ought to be
+alive. So I propose we allow Dr. Pipt to make the
+magic charm which will save them, and that we
+assist Ojo to find the things he is seeking. What
+do you think, Wizard?"
+
+"That is perhaps the best thing to do," replied
+the Wizard. "But after the Crooked Magician
+has restored those poor people to life you must
+take away his magic powers."
+
+"I will," promised Ozma.
+
+"Now tell me, please, what magic things must you
+find?" continued the Wizard, addressing Ojo.
+
+"The three hairs from the Woozy's tail I
+have," said the boy. "That is, I have the Woozy,
+and the hairs are in his tail. The six-leaved
+clover I--I--"
+
+"You may take it and keep it," said Ozma. "That
+will not be breaking the Law, for it is already
+picked, and the crime of picking it is forgiven."
+
+"Thank you!" cried Ojo gratefully. Then he
+continued: "The next thing I must find is a gill
+of water from a dark well."
+
+The Wizard shook his head. "That," said he,
+"will be a hard task, but if you travel far enough
+you may discover it."
+
+"I am willing to travel for years, if it will
+save Unc Nunkie," declared Ojo, earnestly.
+
+"Then you'd better begin your journey at
+once," advised the Wizard.
+
+Dorothy had been listening with interest to
+this conversation. Now she turned to Ozma and
+asked: "May I go with Ojo, to help him?"
+
+"Would you like to?" returned Ozma.
+
+"Yes. I know Oz pretty well, but Ojo doesn't
+know it at all. I'm sorry for his uncle and poor
+Margolotte and I'd like to help save them. May
+I go?"
+
+"If you wish to," replied Ozma.
+
+"If Dorothy goes, then I must go to take care of
+her," said the Scarecrow, decidedly. "A dark well
+can only be discovered in some out-of-the-way
+place, and there may be dangers there."
+
+"You have my permission to accompany Dorothy,"
+said Ozma. "And while you are gone I will take
+care of the Patchwork Girl."
+
+"I'll take care of myself," announced Scraps,
+"for I'm going with the Scarecrow and Dorothy.
+I promised Ojo to help him find the things he
+wants and I'll stick to my promise."
+
+"Very well," replied Ozma. "But I see no need
+for Ojo to take the Glass Cat and the Woozy."
+
+"I prefer to remain here," said the cat. "I've
+nearly been nicked half a dozen times, already,
+and if they're going into dangers it's best for me
+to keep away from them."
+
+"Let Jellia Jamb keep her till Ojo returns,"
+suggested Dorothy. "We won't need to take the
+Woozy, either, but he ought to be saved because
+of the three hairs in his tail."
+
+"Better take me along," said the Woozy. "My eyes
+can flash fire, you know, and I can growl--a
+little."
+
+"I'm sure you'll be safer here," Ozma decided,
+and the Woozy made no further objection to the
+plan.
+
+After consulting together they decided that Ojo
+and his party should leave the very next day to
+search for the gill of water from a dark well, so
+they now separated to make preparations for the
+journey.
+
+Ozma gave the Munchkin boy a room in the palace
+for that night and the afternoon he passed with
+Dorothy--getting acquainted, as she said--and
+receiving advice from the Shaggy Man as to where
+they must go. The Shaggy Man had wandered in many
+parts of Oz, and so had Dorothy, for that matter,
+yet neither of them knew where a dark well was to
+be found.
+
+"If such a thing is anywhere in the settled
+parts of Oz," said Dorothy, "we'd prob'ly have
+heard of it long ago. If it's in the wild parts of
+the country, no one there would need a dark
+well. P'raps there isn't such a thing."
+
+"Oh, there must be!" returned Ojo, positively;
+"or else the recipe of Dr. Pipt wouldn't call
+for it."
+
+"That's true," agreed Dorothy; "and, if it's
+anywhere in the Land of Oz, we're bound to find
+it."
+
+"Well, we're bound to search for it, anyhow,"
+said the Scarecrow. "As for finding it, we must
+trust to luck."
+
+"Don't do that," begged Ojo, earnestly. "I'm
+called Ojo the Unlucky, you know."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Nineteen
+
+Trouble with the Tottenhots
+
+
+A day's journey from the Emerald City brought the
+little band of adventurers to the home of Jack
+Pumpkinhead, which was a house formed from the
+shell of an immense pumpkin. Jack had made it
+himself and was very proud of it. There was a
+door, and several windows, and through the top was
+stuck a stovepipe that led from a small stove
+inside. The door was reached by a flight of three
+steps and there was a good floor on which was
+arranged some furniture that was quite
+comfortable.
+
+It is certain that Jack Pumpkinhead might
+have had a much finer house to live in had he
+wanted it, for Ozma loved the stupid fellow,
+who had been her earliest companion; but Jack
+preferred his pumpkin house, as it matched
+himself very well, and in this he was not so
+stupid, after all.
+
+The body of this remarkable person was made of
+wood, branches of trees of various sizes having
+been used for the purpose. This wooden framework
+was covered by a red shirt--with white spots in
+it--blue trousers, a yellow vest, a jacket of
+green-and-gold and stout leather shoes. The neck
+was a sharpened stick on which the pumpkin head
+was set, and the eyes, ears, nose and mouth were
+carved on the skin of the pumpkin, very like a
+child's jack-o'-lantern.
+
+The house of this interesting creation stood
+in the center of a vast pumpkin-field, where the
+vines grew in profusion and bore pumpkins of
+extraordinary size as well as those which were
+smaller. Some of the pumpkins now ripening
+on the vines were almost as large as Jack's house,
+and he told Dorothy he intended to add another
+pumpkin to his mansion.
+
+The travelers were cordially welcomed to this
+quaint domicile and invited to pass the night
+there, which they had planned to do. The
+Patchwork Girl was greatly interested in Jack
+and examined him admiringly.
+
+"You are quite handsome," she said; "but not
+as really beautiful as the Scarecrow."
+
+Jack turned, at this, to examine the Scarecrow
+critically, and his old friend slyly winked one
+painted eye at him.
+
+"There is no accounting for tastes," remarked
+the Pumpkinhead, with a sigh. "An old crow
+once told me I was very fascinating, but of
+course the bird might have been mistaken. Yet
+I have noticed that the crows usually avoid the
+Scarecrow, who is a very honest fellow, in his
+way, but stuffed. I am not stuffed, you will
+observe; my body is good solid hickory."
+
+"I adore stuffing," said the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Well, as for that, my head is stuffed with
+pumpkin-seeds," declared Jack. "I use them for
+brains, and when they are fresh I am intellectual.
+Just now, I regret to say, my seeds are rattling a
+bit, so I must soon get another head."
+
+"Oh; do you change your head?" asked Ojo.
+
+"To be sure. Pumpkins are not permanent, more's
+the pity, and in time they spoil. That is why I
+grow such a great field of pumpkins--that I may
+select a new head whenever necessary."
+
+"Who carves the faces on them?" inquired the
+boy.
+
+"I do that myself. I lift off my old head, place
+it on a table before me, and use the face for a
+pattern to go by. Sometimes the faces I carve are
+better than others--more expressive and cheerful,
+you know--but I think they average very well."
+
+Before she had started on the journey Dorothy
+had packed a knapsack with the things she might
+need, and this knapsack the Scarecrow carried
+strapped to his back. The little girl wore a plain
+gingham dress and a checked sunbonnet, as she knew
+they were best fitted for travel. Ojo also had
+brought along his basket, to which Ozma had added
+a bottle of "Square Meal Tablets" and some fruit.
+But Jack Pumpkinhead grew a lot of things in his
+garden besides pumpkins, so he cooked for them a
+fine vegetable soup and gave Dorothy, Ojo and
+Toto, the only ones who found it necessary to eat,
+a pumpkin pie and some green cheese. For beds they
+must use the sweet dried grasses which Jack had
+strewn along one side of the room, but that
+satisfied Dorothy and Ojo very well. Toto, of
+course, slept beside his little mistress.
+
+The Scarecrow, Scraps and the Pumpkinhead
+were tireless and had no need to sleep, so they
+sat up and talked together all night; but they
+stayed outside the house, under the bright stars,
+and talked in low tones so as not to disturb the
+sleepers. During the conversation the Scarecrow
+explained their quest for a dark well, and asked
+Jack's advice where to find it.
+
+The Pumpkinhead considered the matter gravely.
+
+"That is going to be a difficult task," said he,
+"and if I were you I'd take any ordinary well
+and enclose it, so as to make it dark."
+
+"I fear that wouldn't do," replied the
+Scarecrow. "The well must be naturally dark, and
+the water must never have seen the light of day,
+for otherwise the magic charm might not work at
+all."
+
+"How much of the water do you need?" asked Jack.
+
+"A gill."
+
+"How much is a gill?"
+
+"Why--a gill is a gill, of course," answered
+the Scarecrow, who did not wish to display his
+ignorance.
+
+"I know!" cried Scraps. "Jack and Jill went up
+the hill to fetch--"
+
+"No, no; that's wrong," interrupted the
+Scarecrow. "There are two kinds of gills, I think;
+one is a girl, and the other is--"
+
+"A gillyflower," said Jack.
+
+"No; a measure."
+
+"How big a measure?"
+
+"Well, I'll ask Dorothy."
+
+So next morning they asked Dorothy, and she
+said:
+
+"I don't just know how much a gill is, but I've
+brought along a gold flask that holds a pint.
+That's more than a gill, I'm sure, and the Crooked
+Magician may measure it to suit himself. But the
+thing that's bothering us most, Jack, is to find
+the well."
+
+Jack gazed around the landscape, for he was
+standing in the doorway of his house.
+
+"This is a flat country, so you won't find any
+dark wells here," said he. "You must go into the
+mountains, where rocks and caverns are."
+
+"And where is that?" asked Ojo.
+
+"In the Quadling Country, which lies south
+of here," replied the Scarecrow. "I've known all
+along that we must go to the mountains."
+
+"So have I," said Dorothy.
+
+"But--goodness me!--the Quadling Country is full
+of dangers," declared Jack. "I've never been there
+myself, but--"
+
+"I have," said the Scarecrow. "I've faced the
+dreadful Hammerheads, which have no arms and butt
+you like a goat; and I've faced the Fighting
+Trees, which bend down their branches to pound and
+whip you, and had many other adventures there."
+
+"It's a wild country," remarked Dorothy,
+soberly, "and if we go there we're sure to have
+troubles of our own. But I guess we'll have to go,
+if we want that gill of water from the dark well."
+
+So they said good-bye to the Pumpkinhead and
+resumed their travels, heading now directly toward
+the South Country, where mountains and rocks and
+caverns and forests of great trees abounded. This
+part of the Land of Oz, while it belonged to Ozma
+and owed her allegiance, was so wild and secluded
+that many queer peoples hid in its jungles and
+lived in their own way, without even a knowledge
+that they had a Ruler in the Emerald City. If they
+were left alone, these creatures never troubled
+the inhabitants of the rest of Oz, but those who
+invaded their domains encountered many dangers
+from them.
+
+It was a two days journey from Jack Pumkinhead's
+house to the edge of the Quadling Country, for
+neither Dorothy nor Ojo could walk very fast and
+they often stopped by the wayside to rest. The
+first night they slept on the broad fields, among
+the buttercups and daisies, and the Scarecrow
+covered the children with a gauze blanket taken
+from his knapsack, so they would not be chilled by
+the night air. Toward evening of the second day
+they reached a sandy plain where walking was
+difficult; but some distance before them they saw
+a group of palm trees, with many curious black
+dots under them; so they trudged bravely on to
+reach that place by dark and spend the night under
+the shelter of the trees.
+
+The black dots grew larger as they advanced and
+although the light was dim Dorothy thought they
+looked like big kettles turned upside down. Just
+beyond this place a jumble of huge, jagged rocks
+lay scattered, rising to the mountains behind
+them.
+
+Our travelers preferred to attempt to climb
+these rocks by daylight, and they realized that
+for a time this would be their last night on the
+plains.
+
+Twilight had fallen by the time they came to the
+trees, beneath which were the black, circular
+objects they had marked from a distance. Dozens of
+them were scattered around and Dorothy bent near
+to one, which was about as tall as she was, to
+examine it more closely. As she did so the top
+flew open and out popped a dusky creature, rising
+its length into the air and then plumping down
+upon the ground just beside the little girl.
+Another and another popped out of the circular,
+pot-like dwelling, while from all the other black
+objects came popping more creatures--very like
+jumping-jacks when their boxes are unhooked--until
+fully a hundred stood gathered around our little
+group of travelers.
+
+By this time Dorothy had discovered they
+were people, tiny and curiously formed, but still
+people. Their skins were dusky and their hair
+stood straight up, like wires, and was brilliant
+scarlet in color. Their bodies were bare except
+for skins fastened around their waists and they
+wore bracelets on their ankles and wrists, and
+necklaces, and great pendant earrings.
+
+Toto crouched beside his mistress and wailed
+as if he did not like these strange creatures a bit.
+Scraps began to mutter something about "hoppity,
+poppity, jumpity, dump!" but no one paid any
+attention to her. Ojo kept close to the Scarecrow
+and the Scarecrow kept close to Dorothy; but the
+little girl turned to the queer creatures and
+asked:
+
+"Who are you?"
+
+They answered this question all together, in
+a sort of chanting chorus, the words being as follows:
+
+
+    "We're the jolly Tottenhots;
+    We do not like the day,
+    But in the night 'tis our delight
+    To gambol, skip and play.
+
+    "We hate the sun and from it run,
+    The moon is cool and clear,
+    So on this spot each Tottenhot
+    Waits for it to appear.
+
+    "We're ev'ry one chock full of fun,
+    And full of mischief, too;
+    But if you're gay and with us play
+    We'll do no harm to you.
+
+
+"Glad to meet you, Tottenhots," said the
+Scarecrow solemnly. "But you mustn't expect us
+to play with you all night, for we've traveled
+all day and some of us are tired."
+
+"And we never gamble," added the Patchwork Girl.
+"It's against the Law."
+
+These remarks were greeted with shouts of
+laughter by the impish creatures and one seized
+the Scarecrow's arm and was astonished to find the
+straw man whirl around so easily. So the Tottenhot
+raised the Scarecrow high in the air and tossed
+him over the heads of the crowd. Some one caught
+him and tossed him back, and so with shouts of
+glee they continued throwing the Scarecrow here
+and there, as if he had been a basket-ball.
+
+Presently another imp seized Scraps and began to
+throw her about, in the same way. They found her a
+little heavier than the Scarecrow but still light
+enough to be tossed like a sofa-cushion, and they
+were enjoying the sport immensely when Dorothy,
+angry and indignant at the treatment her friends
+were receiving, rushed among the Tottenhots and
+began slapping and pushing them until she had
+rescued the Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl and
+held them close on either side of her. Perhaps she
+would not have accomplished this victory so easily
+had not Toto helped her, barking and snapping at
+the bare legs of the imps until they were glad to
+flee from his attack. As for Ojo, some of the
+creatures had attempted to toss him, also, but
+finding his body too heavy they threw him to the
+ground and a row of the imps sat on him and held
+him from assisting Dorothy in her battle.
+
+The little brown folks were much surprised
+at being attacked by the girl and the dog, and
+one or two who had been slapped hardest began
+to cry. Then suddenly they gave a shout, all
+together, and disappeared in a flash into their
+various houses, the tops of which closed with a
+series of pops that sounded like a bunch of
+firecrackers being exploded.
+
+The adventurers now found themselves alone,
+and Dorothy asked anxiously:
+
+"Is anybody hurt?"
+
+"Not me," answered the Scarecrow. "They have
+given my straw a good shaking up and taken all the
+lumps out of it. I am now in splendid condition
+and am really obliged to the Tottenhots for their
+kind treatment."
+
+"I feel much the same way," said Scraps.
+"My cotton stuffing had sagged a good deal with
+the day's walking and they've loosened it up
+until I feel as plump as a sausage. But the play
+was a little rough and I'd had quite enough of
+it when you interfered."
+
+"Six of them sat on me," said Ojo, "but as
+they are so little they didn't hurt me much."
+
+Just then the roof of the house in front of
+them opened and a Tottenhot stuck his head
+out, very cautiously, and looked at the strangers.
+
+"Can't you take a joke?" he asked,
+reproachfully; "haven't you any fun in you at
+all?"
+
+"If I had such a quality," replied the
+Scarecrow, "your people would have knocked it out
+of me. But I don't bear grudges. I forgive you."
+
+"So do I," added Scraps. "That is, if you behave
+yourselves after this."
+
+"It was just a little rough-house, that's all,"
+said the Tottenhot. "But the question is not if
+we will behave, but if you will behave? We
+can't be shut up here all night, because this
+is our time to play; nor do we care to come out
+and be chewed up by a savage beast or slapped
+by an angry girl. That slapping hurts like sixty;
+some of my folks are crying about it. So here's
+the proposition: you let us alone and we'll let
+you alone."
+
+"You began it," declared Dorothy.
+
+"Well, you ended it, so we won't argue the
+matter. May we come out again? Or are you still
+cruel and slappy?"
+
+"Tell you what we'll do," said Dorothy. "We're
+all tired and want to sleep until morning. If
+you'll let us get into your house, and stay there
+until daylight, you can play outside all you want
+to."
+
+"That's a bargain!" cried the Tottenhot
+eagerly, and he gave a queer whistle that
+brought his people popping out of their houses
+on all sides. When the house before them was
+vacant, Dorothy and Ojo leaned over the hole
+and looked in, but could see nothing because
+it was so dark. But if the Tottenhots slept there
+all day the children thought they could sleep
+there at night, so Ojo lowered himself down
+and found it was not very deep.
+
+"There's a soft cushion all over," said he.
+"Come on in."
+
+Dorothy handed Toto to the boy and then climbed
+in herself. After her came Scraps and the
+Scarecrow, who did not wish to sleep but preferred
+to keep out of the way of the mischievous
+Tottenhots.
+
+There seemed no furniture in the round den, but
+soft cushions were strewn about the floor and
+these they found made very comfortable beds. They
+did not close the hole in the roof but left it
+open to admit air. It also admitted the shouts and
+ceaseless laughter of the impish Tottenhots as
+they played outside, but Dorothy and Ojo, being
+weary from their journey, were soon fast asleep.
+
+Toto kept an eye open, however, and uttered low,
+threatening growls whenever the racket made by the
+creatures outside became too boisterous; and the
+Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl sat leaning
+against the wall and talked in whispers all night
+long. No one disturbed the travelers until
+daylight, when in popped the Tottenhot who owned
+the place and invited them to vacate his premises.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty
+
+The Captive Yoop
+
+
+As they were preparing to leave, Dorothy asked:
+"Can you tell us where there is a dark well?"
+
+"Never heard of such a thing," said the
+Tottenhot. "We live our lives in the dark, mostly,
+and sleep in the daytime; but we've never seen a
+dark well, or anything like one."
+
+"Does anyone live on those mountains beyond
+here?" asked the Scarecrow.
+
+"Lots of people. But you'd better not visit
+them. We never go there," was the reply.
+
+"What are the people like?" Dorothy inquired.
+
+"Can't say. We've been told to keep away
+from the mountain paths, and so we obey. This
+sandy desert is good enough for us, and we're
+not disturbed here," declared the Tottenhot.
+
+So they left the man snuggling down to sleep in
+his dusky dwelling, and went out into the
+sunshine, taking the path that led toward the
+rocky places. They soon found it hard climbing,
+for the rocks were uneven and full of sharp points
+and edges, and now there was no path at all.
+Clambering here and there among the boulders they
+kept steadily on, gradually rising higher and
+higher until finally they came to a great rift in
+a part of the mountain, where the rock seemed to
+have split in two and left high walls on either
+side.
+
+"S'pose we go this way," suggested Dorothy;
+"it's much easier walking than to climb over
+the hills."
+
+"How about that sign?" asked Ojo.
+
+"What sign?" she inquired.
+
+The Munchkin boy pointed to some words
+painted on the wall of rock beside them, which
+Dorothy had not noticed. The words read:
+
+
+    "LOOK OUT FOR YOOP."
+
+
+The girl eyed this sign a moment and turned to
+the Scarecrow, asking:
+
+"Who is Yoop; or what is Yoop?"
+
+The straw man shook his head. Then looked at
+Toto and the dog said "Woof!"
+
+"Only way to find out is to go on," said Scraps.
+
+This being quite true, they went on. As they
+proceeded, the walls of rock on either side grew
+higher and higher. Presently they came upon
+another sign which read:
+
+
+    "BEWARE THE CAPTIVE YOOP."
+
+
+"Why, as for that," remarked Dorothy, "if Yoop
+is a captive there's no need to beware of him.
+Whatever Yoop happens to be, I'd much rather have
+him a captive than running around loose."
+
+"So had I," agreed the Scarecrow, with a nod of
+his painted head.
+
+"Still," said Scraps, reflectively:
+
+
+    "Yoop-te-hoop-te-loop-te-goop!
+    Who put noodles in the soup?
+    We may beware but we don't care,
+    And dare go where we scare the Yoop."
+
+
+"Dear me! Aren't you feeling a little queer,
+just now?" Dorothy asked the Patchwork Girl.
+
+"Not queer, but crazy," said Ojo. "When she
+says those things I'm sure her brains get mixed
+somehow and work the wrong way.
+
+"I don't see why we are told to beware the Yoop
+unless he is dangerous," observed the Scarecrow in
+a puzzled tone.
+
+"Never mind; we'll find out all about him when
+we get to where he is," replied the little girl.
+
+The narrow canyon turned and twisted this way
+and that, and the rift was so small that they were
+able to touch both walls at the same time by
+stretching out their arms. Toto had run on ahead,
+frisking playfully, when suddenly he uttered a
+sharp bark of fear and came running back to them
+with his tail between his legs, as dogs do when
+they are frightened.
+
+"Ah," said the Scarecrow, who was leading
+the way, "we must be near Yoop."
+
+Just then, as he rounded a sharp turn, the
+Straw man stopped so suddenly that all the
+others bumped against him.
+
+"What is it?" asked Dorothy, standing on
+tip-toes to look over his shoulder. But then she
+saw what it was and cried "Oh!" in a tone of
+astonishment.
+
+In one of the rock walls--that at their left--
+was hollowed a great cavern, in front of which was
+a row of thick iron bars, the tops and bottoms
+being firmly fixed in the solid rock. Over this
+cavern was a big sign, which Dorothy read with
+much curiosity, speaking the words aloud that all
+might know what they said:
+
+
+    "MISTER YOOP--HIS CAVE
+
+    The Largest Untamed Giant in Captivity.
+    Height, 21 Feet.--(And yet he has but 2 feet.)
+    Weight, 1640 Pounds.--(But he waits all the time.)
+    Age, 400 Years 'and Up' (as they say in the
+      Department Store advertisements).
+    Temper, Fierce and Ferocious.--(Except when asleep.)
+    Appetite, Ravenous.--(Prefers Meat People and
+      Orange Marmalade.)
+
+    STRANGERS APPROACHING THIS CAVE DO SO AT THEIR
+      OWN PERIL!
+
+    P.S.--Don't feed the Giant yourself."
+
+
+"Very well," said Ojo, with a sigh; "let's go back."
+
+"It's a long way back," declared Dorothy.
+
+"So it is," remarked the Scarecrow, "and it
+means a tedious climb over those sharp rocks if
+we can't use this passage. I think it will be best
+to run by the Giant's cave as fast as we can go.
+Mister Yoop seems to be asleep just now."
+
+But the Giant wasn't asleep. He suddenly
+appeared at the front of his cavern, seized the
+iron bars in his great hairy hands and shook
+them until they rattled in their sockets. Yoop
+was so tall that our friends had to tip their heads
+way back to look into his face, and they noticed
+he was dressed all in pink velvet, with silver
+buttons and braid. The Giant's boots were of
+pink leather and had tassels on them and his
+hat was decorated with an enormous pink ostrich
+feather, carefully curled.
+
+"Yo-ho!" he said in a deep bass voice; "I smell
+dinner."
+
+"I think you are mistaken," replied the
+Scarecrow. "There is no orange marmalade around
+here."
+
+"Ah, but I eat other things," asserted Mister
+Yoop. "That is, I eat them when I can get them.
+But this is a lonely place, and no good meat has
+passed by my cave for many years; so I'm hungry."
+
+"Haven't you eaten anything in many years?"
+asked Dorothy.
+
+"Nothing except six ants and a monkey. I thought
+the monkey would taste like meat people, but the
+flavor was different. I hope you will taste
+better, for you seem plump and tender."
+
+"Oh, I'm not going to be eaten," said Dorothy.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"I shall keep out of your way," she answered.
+
+"How heartless!" wailed the Giant, shaking the
+bars again. "Consider how many years it is since
+I've eaten a single plump little girl! They tell
+me meat is going up, but if I can manage to catch
+you I'm sure it will soon be going down. And I'll
+catch you if I can."
+
+With this the Giant pushed his big arms,
+which looked like tree-trunks (except that tree-
+trunks don't wear pink velvet) between the iron
+bars, and the arms were so long that they
+touched the opposite wall of the rock passage.
+Then he extended them as far as he could reach
+toward our travelers and found he could almost
+touch the Scarecrow--but not quite.
+
+"Come a little nearer, please," begged the
+Giant.
+
+"I'm a Scarecrow."
+
+"A Scarecrow? Ugh! I don't care a straw for
+a scarecrow. Who is that bright-colored delicacy
+behind you?"
+
+"Me?" asked Scraps. "I'm a Patchwork Girl,
+and I'm stuffed with cotton."
+
+"Dear me," sighed the Giant in a disapointed
+tone; "that reduces my dinner from four to two--
+and the dog. I'll save the dog for dessert."
+
+Toto growled, keeping a good distance away.
+
+"Back up," said the Scarecrow to those behind
+him. "Let us go back a little way and talk this
+over."
+
+So they turned and went around the bend in
+the passage, where they were out of sight of the
+cave and Mister Yoop could not hear them.
+
+"My idea," began the Scarecrow, when they
+had halted, "is to make a dash past the cave,
+going on a run."
+
+"He'd grab us," said Dorothy.
+
+"Well, he can't grab but one at a time, and
+I'll go first. As soon as he grabs me the rest of
+you can slip past him, out of his reach, and he
+will soon let me go because I am not fit to eat."
+
+They decided to try this plan and Dorothy
+took Toto in her arms, so as to protect him. She
+followed just after the Scarecrow. Then came
+Ojo, with Scraps the last of the four. Their
+hearts beat a little faster than usual as they again
+approached the Giant's cave, this time moving
+swiftly forward.
+
+It turned out about the way the Scarecrow had
+planned. Mister Yoop was quite astonished to see
+them come flying toward him, and thrusting his
+arms between the bars he seized the Scarecrow in a
+firm grip. In the next instant he realized, from
+the way the straw crunched between his fingers,
+that he had captured the non-eatable man, but
+during that instant of delay Dorothy and Ojo had
+slipped by the Giant and were out of reach.
+Uttering a howl of rage the monster threw the
+Scarecrow after them with one hand and grabbed
+Scraps with the other.
+
+The poor Scarecrow went whirling through the air
+and so cleverly was he aimed that he struck Ojo's
+back and sent the boy tumbling head over heels,
+and he tripped Dorothy and sent her, also,
+sprawling upon the ground. Toto flew out of the
+little girl's arms and landed some distance ahead,
+and all were so dazed that it was a moment before
+they could scramble to their feet again. When they
+did so they turned to look toward the Giant's
+cave, and at that moment the ferocious Mister Yoop
+threw the Patchwork Girl at them.
+
+Down went all three again, in a heap, with
+Scraps on top. The Giant roared so terribly that
+for a time they were afraid he had broken loose;
+but he hadn't. So they sat in the road and looked
+at one another in a rather bewildered way, and
+then began to feel glad.
+
+"We did it!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, with
+satisfaction. "And now we are free to go on
+our way."
+
+"Mister Yoop is very impolite," declared
+Scraps. "He jarred me terribly. It's lucky my
+stitches are so fine and strong, for otherwise such
+harsh treatment might rip me up the back."
+
+"Allow me to apologize for the Giant," said
+the Scarecrow, raising the Patchwork Girl to
+her feet and dusting her skirt with his stuffed
+hands. "Mister Yoop is a perfect stranger to me,
+but I fear, from the rude manner in which he
+has acted, that he is no gentleman."
+
+Dorothy and Ojo laughed at this statement
+and Toto barked as if he understood the joke,
+after which they all felt better and resumed the
+journey in high spirits.
+
+"Of course," said the little girl, when they had
+walked a way along the passage, "it was lucky for
+us the Giant was caged; for, if he had happened to
+be loose, he--he--"
+
+"Perhaps, in that case, he wouldn't be hungry
+any more," said Ojo gravely.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-One
+
+Hip Hopper the Champion
+
+
+They must have had good courage to climb all those
+rocks, for after getting out of the canyon they
+encountered more rock hills to be surmounted. Toto
+could jump from one rock to another quite easily,
+but the others had to creep and climb with care,
+so that after a whole day of such work Dorothy and
+Ojo found themselves very tired.
+
+As they gazed upward at the great mass of
+tumbled rocks that covered the steep incline,
+Dorothy gave a little groan and said:
+
+"That's going to be a ter'ble hard climb,
+Scarecrow. I wish we could find the dark well
+without so much trouble."
+
+"Suppose," said Ojo, "you wait here and let
+me do the climbing, for it's on my account
+we're searching for the dark well. Then, if I
+don't find anything, I'll come back and join
+you."
+
+"No," replied the little girl, shaking her head
+positively, "we'll all go together, for that way
+we can help each other. If you went alone,
+something might happen to you, Ojo."
+
+So they began the climb and found it indeed
+difficult, for a way. But presently, in creeping
+over the big crags, they found a path at their
+feet which wound in and out among the masses of
+rock and was quite smooth and easy to walk upon.
+As the path gradually ascended the mountain,
+although in a roundabout way, they decided to
+follow it.
+
+"This must be the road to the Country of
+the Hoppers," said the Scarecrow.
+
+"Who are the Hoppers?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"Some people Jack Pumpkinhead told me about," he
+replied.
+
+"I didn't hear him," replied the girl.
+
+"No; you were asleep," explained the Scarecrow.
+"But he told Scraps and me that the Hoppers
+and the Horners live on this mountain."
+
+"He said in the mountain," declared Scraps;
+"but of course he meant on it."
+
+"Didn't he say what the Hoppers and Horners were
+like?" inquired Dorothy.
+
+"No; he only said they were two separate
+nations, and that the Horners were the most
+important."
+
+"Well, if we go to their country we'll find out
+all about 'em," said the girl. "But I've never
+heard Ozma mention those people, so they can't
+be very important."
+
+"Is this mountain in the Land of Oz?" asked
+Scraps.
+
+"Course it is," answered Dorothy. "It's in the
+South Country of the Quadlings. When one comes to
+the edge of Oz, in any direction, there is nothing
+more to be seen at all. Once you could see sandy
+desert all around Oz; but now it's diff'rent, and
+no other people can see us, any more than we can
+see them."
+
+"If the mountain is under Ozma's rule, why
+doesn't she know about the Hoppers and the
+Horners?" Ojo asked.
+
+"Why, it's a fairyland," explained Dorothy, "and
+lots of queer people live in places so tucked away
+that those in the Emerald City never even hear of
+'em. In the middle of the country it's diff'rent,
+but when you get around the edges you're sure to
+run into strange little corners that surprise you.
+I know, for I've traveled in Oz a good deal, and
+so has the Scarecrow."
+
+"Yes," admitted the straw man, "I've been
+considerable of a traveler, in my time, and I like
+to explore strange places. I find I learn much
+more by traveling than by staying at home."
+
+During this conversation they had been walking
+up the steep pathway and now found themselves well
+up on the mountain. They could see nothing around
+them, for the rocks beside their path were higher
+than their heads. Nor could they see far in front
+of them, because the path was so crooked. But
+suddenly they stopped, because the path ended and
+there was no place to go. Ahead was a big rock
+lying against the side of the mountain, and this
+blocked the way completely.
+
+"There wouldn't be a path, though, if it
+didn't go somewhere," said the Scarecrow,
+wrinkling his forehead in deep thought.
+
+"This is somewhere, isn't it?" asked the
+Patchwork Girl, laughing at the bewildered
+looks of the others.
+
+
+    "The path is locked, the way is blocked,
+    Yet here we've innocently flocked;
+    And now we're here it's rather queer
+    There's no front door that can be knocked."
+
+
+"Please don't, Scraps," said Ojo. "You make me nervous."
+
+"Well," said Dorothy, "I'm glad of a little
+rest, for that's a drea'ful steep path."
+
+As she spoke she leaned against the edge of
+the big rock that stood in their way. To her
+surprise it slowly swung backward and showed
+behind it a dark hole that looked like the mouth
+of a tunnel.
+
+"Why, here's where the path goes to!" she
+exclaimed.
+
+"So it is," answered the Scarecrow. "But the
+question is, do we want to go where the path
+does?"
+
+"It's underground; right inside the mountain,"
+said Ojo, peering into the dark hole. "Perhaps
+there's a well there; and, if there is, it's sure
+to be a dark one."
+
+"Why, that's true enough!" cried Dorothy
+with eagerness. "Let's go in, Scarecrow; 'cause,
+if others have gone, we're pretty safe to go, too."
+
+Toto looked in and barked, but he did not
+venture to enter until the Scarecrow had bravely
+gone first. Scraps followed closely after the
+straw man and then Ojo and Dorothy timidly stepped
+inside the tunnel. As soon as all of them had
+passed the big rock, it slowly turned and filled
+up the opening again; but now they were no longer
+in the dark, for a soft, rosy light enabled them
+to see around them quite distinctly.
+
+It was only a passage, wide enough for two
+of them to walk abreast--with Toto in between
+them--and it had a high, arched roof. They
+could not see where the light which flooded the
+place so pleasantly came from, for there were
+no lamps anywhere visible. The passage ran
+straight for a little way and then made a bend
+to the right and another sharp turn to the left,
+after which it went straight again. But there
+were no side passages, so they could not lose
+their way.
+
+After proceeding some distance, Toto, who
+had gone on ahead, began to bark loudly. They
+ran around a bend to see what was the matter
+and found a man sitting on the floor of the
+passage and leaning his back against the wall.
+He had probably been asleep before Toto's barks
+aroused him, for he was now rubbing his eyes
+and staring at the little dog with all his might.
+
+There was something about this man that Toto
+objected to, and when he slowly rose to his foot
+they saw what it was. He had but one leg, set just
+below the middle of his round, fat body; but it
+was a stout leg and had a broad, flat foot at the
+bottom of it, on which the man seemed to stand
+very well. He had never had but this one leg,
+which looked something like a pedestal, and when
+Toto ran up and made a grab at the man's ankle he
+hopped first one way and then another in a very
+active manner, looking so frightened that Scraps
+laughed aloud.
+
+Toto was usually a well behaved dog, but this
+time he was angry and snapped at the man's leg
+again and again. This filled the poor fellow with
+fear, and in hopping out of Toto's reach he
+suddenly lost his balance and tumbled heel over
+head upon the floor. When he sat up he kicked Toto
+on the nose and made the dog howl angrily, but
+Dorothy now ran forward and caught Toto's collar,
+holding him back.
+
+"Do you surrender?" she asked the man.
+
+"Who? Me?" asked the Hopper.
+
+"Yes; you," said the little girl.
+
+"Am I captured?" he inquired.
+
+"Of course. My dog has captured you," she said.
+
+"Well," replied the man, "if I'm captured I must
+surrender, for it's the proper thing to do. I like
+to do everything proper, for it saves one a lot of
+trouble."
+
+"It does, indeed," said Dorothy. "Please tell us
+who you are."
+
+"I'm Hip Hopper--Hip Hopper, the Champion."
+
+"Champion what?" she asked in surprise.
+
+"Champion wrestler. I'm a very strong man,
+and that ferocious animal which you are so
+kindly holding is the first living thing that has
+ever conquered me."
+
+"And you are a Hopper?" she continued.
+
+"Yes. My people live in a great city not far
+from here. Would you like to visit it?"
+
+"I'm not sure," she said with hesitation. "Have
+you any dark wells in your city?"
+
+"I think not. We have wells, you know, but
+they're all well lighted, and a well lighted well
+cannot well be a dark well. But there may be
+such a thing as a very dark well in the Horner
+Country, which is a black spot on the face of
+the earth."
+
+"Where is the Horner Country?" Ojo inquired.
+
+"The other side of the mountain. There's a
+fence between the Hopper Country and the
+Horner Country, and a gate in the fence; but
+you can't pass through just now, because we
+are at war with the Horners."
+
+"That's too bad," said the Scarecrow. "What
+seems to be the trouble?"
+
+"Why, one of them made a very insulting remark
+about my people. He said we were lacking in
+understanding, because we had only one leg to a
+person. I can't see that legs have anything to do
+with understanding things. The Horners each have
+two legs, just as you have. That's one leg too
+many, it seems to me."
+
+"No," declared Dorothy, "it's just the right
+number."
+
+"You don't need them," argued the Hopper,
+obstinately. "You've only one head, and one
+body, and one nose and mouth. Two legs are
+quite unnecessary, and they spoil one's shape."
+
+"But how can you walk, with only one leg?" asked
+Ojo.
+
+"Walk! Who wants to walk?" exclaimed the man.
+"Walking is a terribly awkward way to travel. I
+hop, and so do all my people. It's so much more
+graceful and agreeable than walking."
+
+"I don't agree with you," said the Scarecrow.
+"But tell me, is there any way to get to the
+Horner Country without going through the city of
+the Hoppers?"
+
+"Yes; there is another path from the rocky
+lowlands, outside the mountain, that leads
+straight to the entrance of the Horner Country.
+But it's a long way around, so you'd better come
+with me. Perhaps they will allow you to go
+through the gate; but we expect to conquer
+them this afternoon, if we get time, and then
+you may go and come as you please."
+
+They thought it best to take the Hopper's
+advice, and asked him to lead the way. This he
+did in a series of hops, and he moved so swiftly
+in this strange manner that those with two legs
+had to run to keep up with him.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Two
+
+The Joking Horners
+
+
+It was not long before they left the passage and
+came to a great cave, so high that it must have
+reached nearly to the top of the mountain within
+which it lay. It was a magnificent cave, illumined
+by the soft, invisible light, so that everything
+in it could be plainly seen. The walls were of
+polished marble, white with veins of delicate
+colors running through it, and the roof was arched
+and fantastic and beautiful.
+
+Built beneath this vast dome was a pretty
+village--not very large, for there seemed not more
+than fifty houses altogether--and the dwellings
+were of marble and artistically designed. No grass
+nor flowers nor trees grew in this cave, so the
+yards surrounding the houses carved in designs
+both were smooth and bare and had low walls around
+them to mark their boundaries.
+
+In the streets and the yards of the houses
+were many people all having one leg growing
+below their bodies and all hopping here and
+there whenever they moved. Even the children
+stood firmly upon their single legs and never
+lost their balance.
+
+"All hail, Champion!" cried a man in the first
+group of Hoppers they met; "whom have you
+captured?"
+
+"No one," replied the Champion in a gloomy
+voice; "these strangers have captured me."
+
+"Then," said another, "we will rescue you, and
+capture them, for we are greater in number."
+
+"No," answered the Champion, "I can't allow it.
+I've surrendered, and it isn't polite to capture
+those you've surrendered to."
+
+"Never mind that," said Dorothy. "We will give
+you your liberty and set you free."
+
+"Really?" asked the Champion in joyous tones.
+
+"Yes," said the little girl; "your people may
+need you to help conquer the Horners."
+
+At this all the Hoppers looked downcast and sad.
+Several more had joined the group by this time and
+quite a crowd of curious men, women and children
+surrounded the strangers.
+
+"This war with our neighbors is a terrible
+thing," remarked one of the women. "Some one is
+almost sure to get hurt."
+
+"Why do you say that, madam?" inquired the
+Scarecrow.
+
+"Because the horns of our enemies are sharp,
+and in battle they will try to stick those horns
+into our warriors," she replied.
+
+"How many horns do the Horners have?" asked
+Dorothy.
+
+"Each has one horn in the center of his forehead,"
+was the answer.
+
+"Oh, then they're unicorns," declared the
+Scarecrow.
+
+"No; they're Horners. We never go to war with
+them if we can help it, on account of their
+dangerous horns; but this insult was so great and
+so unprovoked that our brave men decided to fight,
+in order to be revenged," said the woman.
+
+"What weapons do you fight with?" the Scarecrow
+asked.
+
+"We have no weapons," explained the Champion.
+"Whenever we fight the Horners, our plan is to
+push them back, for our arms are longer than
+theirs."
+
+"Then you are better armed," said Scraps.
+
+"Yes; but they have those terrible horns, and
+unless we are careful they prick us with the
+points," returned the Champion with a shudder.
+"That makes a war with them dangerous, and a
+dangerous war cannot be a pleasant one."
+
+"I see very clearly," remarked the Scarecrow,
+"that you are going to have trouble in conquering
+those Horners--unless we help you."
+
+"Oh!" cried the Hoppers in a chorus; "can
+you help us? Please do! We will be greatly
+obliged! It would please us very much!" and by
+these exclamations the Scarecrow knew that his
+speech had met with favor.
+
+"How far is it to the Horner Country?" he asked.
+
+"Why, it's just the other side of the fence,"
+they answered, and the Champion added:
+
+"Come with me, please, and I'll show you the
+Horners."
+
+So they followed the Champion and several
+others through the streets and just beyond the
+village came to a very high picket fence, built
+all of marble, which seemed to divide the great
+cave into two equal parts.
+
+But the part inhabited by the Horners was in no
+way as grand in appearance as that of the Hoppers.
+Instead of being marble, the walls and roof were
+of dull gray rock and the square houses were
+plainly made of the same material. But in extent
+the city was much larger than that of the Hoppers
+and the streets were thronged with numerous people
+who busied themselves in various ways.
+
+Looking through the open pickets of the fence
+our friends watched the Horners, who did not know
+they were being watched by strangers, and found
+them very unusual in appearance. They were little
+folks in size and had bodies round as balls and
+short legs and arms. Their heads were round, too,
+and they had long, pointed ears and a horn set in
+the center of the forehead. The horns did not seem
+very terrible, for they were not more than six
+inches long; but they were ivory white and sharp
+pointed, and no wonder the Hoppers feared them.
+
+The skins of the Horners were light brown, but
+they wore snow-white robes and were bare-footed.
+Dorothy thought the most striking thing about them
+was their hair, which grew in three distinct
+colors on each and every head--red, yellow and
+green. The red was at the bottom and sometimes
+hung over their eyes; then came a broad circle of
+yellow and the green was at the top and formed a
+brush-shaped top-knot.
+
+None of the Horners was yet aware of the
+presence of strangers, who watched the little
+brown people for a time and then went to the
+big gate in the center of the dividing fence. It
+was locked on both sides and over the latch was
+a sign reading:
+
+
+    "WAR IS DECLARED"
+
+
+"Can't we go through?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"Not now," answered the Champion.
+
+"I think," said the Scarecrow, "that if I could
+talk with those Horners they would apologize to
+you, and then there would be no need to fight."
+
+"Can't you talk from this side?" asked the
+Champion.
+
+"Not so well," replied the Scarecrow. "Do you
+suppose you could throw me over that fence?
+It is high, but I am very light."
+
+"We can try it," said the Hopper. "I am perhaps
+the strongest man in my country, so I'll undertake
+to do the throwing. But I won't promise you will
+land on your feet."
+
+"No matter about that," returned the Scarecrow.
+"Just toss me over and I'll be satisfied."
+
+So the Champion picked up the Scarecrow
+and balanced him a moment, to see how much
+he weighed, and then with all his strength
+tossed him high into the air.
+
+Perhaps if the Scarecrow had been a trifle
+heavier he would have been easier to throw and
+would have gone a greater distance; but, as it
+was, instead of going over the fence he landed
+just on top of it, and one of the sharp pickets
+caught him in the middle of his back and held him
+fast prisoner. Had he been face downward the
+Scarecrow might have managed to free himself, but
+lying on his back on the picket his hands waved in
+the air of the Horner Country while his feet
+kicked the air of the Hopper Country; so there he
+was.
+
+"Are you hurt?" called the Patchwork Girl
+anxiously.
+
+"Course not," said Dorothy. "But if he wiggles
+that way he may tear his clothes. How can we get
+him down, Mr. Champion?"
+
+The Champion shook his head.
+
+"I don't know," he confessed. "If he could
+scare Horners as well as he does crows, it might
+be a good idea to leave him there."
+
+"This is terrible," said Ojo, almost ready to
+cry. "I s'pose it's because I am Ojo the Unlucky
+that everyone who tries to help me gets into
+trouble."
+
+"You are lucky to have anyone to help you,"
+declared Dorothy. "But don't worry. We'll rescue
+the Scarecrow somehow."
+
+"I know how," announced Scraps. "Here, Mr.
+Champion; just throw me up to the Scarecrow. I'm
+nearly as light as he is, and when I'm on top the
+fence I'll pull our friend off the picket and toss
+him down to you."
+
+"All right," said the Champion, and he picked up
+the Patchwork Girl and threw her in the same
+manner he had the Scarecrow. He must have used
+more strength this time, however, for Scraps
+sailed far over the top of the fence and, without
+being able to grab the Scarecrow at all, tumbled
+to the ground in the Horner Country, where her
+stuffed body knocked over two men and a woman and
+made a crowd that had collected there run like
+rabbits to get away from her.
+
+Seeing the next moment that she was harmless,
+the people slowly returned and gathered around the
+Patchwork Girl, regarding her with astonishment.
+One of them wore a jeweled star in his hair, just
+above his horn, and this seemed a person of
+importance. He spoke for the rest of his people,
+who treated him with great respect.
+
+"Who are you, Unknown Being?" he asked.
+
+"Scraps," she said, rising to her feet and
+patting her cotton wadding smooth where it had
+bunched up.
+
+"And where did you come from?" he continued.
+
+"Over the fence. Don't be silly. There's no
+other place I could have come from," she replied.
+
+He looked at her thoughtfully.
+
+"You are not a Hopper," said he, "for you
+have two legs. They're not very well shaped,
+but they are two in number. And that strange
+creature on top the fence--why doesn't he stop
+kicking?--must be your brother, or father, or son,
+for he also has two legs."
+
+"You must have been to visit the Wise Donkey,"
+said Scraps, laughing so merrily that the crowd
+smiled with her, in sympathy. "But that reminds
+me, Captain--or King--"
+
+"I am Chief of the Horners, and my name is Jak."
+
+"Of course; Little Jack Horner; I might have
+known it. But the reason I volplaned over the
+fence was so I could have a talk with you about
+the Hoppers."
+
+"What about the Hoppers?" asked the Chief,
+frowning.
+
+"You've insulted them, and you'd better beg
+their pardon," said Scraps. "If you don't, they'll
+probably hop over here and conquer you."
+
+"We're not afraid--as long as the gate is
+locked," declared the Chief. "And we didn't insult
+them at all. One of us made a joke that the stupid
+Hoppers couldn't see."
+
+The Chief smiled as he said this and the smile
+made his face look quite jolly.
+
+"What was the joke?" asked Scraps.
+
+"A Horner said they have less understanding than
+we, because they've only one leg. Ha, ha! You see
+the point, don't you? If you stand on your legs,
+and your legs are under you, then--ha, ha, ha!--
+then your legs are your under-standing. Hee, hee,
+hee! Ho, ho! My, but that's a fine joke. And the
+stupid Hoppers couldn't see it! They couldn't see
+that with only one leg they must have less
+under-standing than we who have two legs. Ha, ha,
+ha! Hee, hee! Ho, ho!" The Chief wiped the tears
+of laughter from his eyes with the bottom hem of
+his white robe, and all the other Horners wiped
+their eyes on their robes, for they had laughed
+just as heartily as their Chief at the absurd
+joke.
+
+"Then," said Scraps, "their understanding of the
+understanding you meant led to the
+misunderstanding."
+
+"Exactly; and so there's no need for us to
+apologize," returned the Chief.
+
+"No need for an apology, perhaps, but much need
+for an explanation," said Scraps decidedly. "You
+don't want war, do you?"
+
+"Not if we can help it," admitted Jak Horner.
+"The question is, who's going to explain the joke
+to the Horners? You know it spoils any joke to be
+obliged to explain it, and this is the best joke I
+ever heard."
+
+"Who made the joke?" asked Scraps.
+
+"Diksey Horner. He is working in the mines, just
+now, but he'll be home before long. Suppose we
+wait and talk with him about it? Maybe he'll be
+willing to explain his joke to the Hoppers."
+
+"All right," said Scraps. "I'll wait, if Diksey
+isn't too long."
+
+"No, he's short; he's shorter than I am. Ha,
+ha, ha! Say! that's a better joke than Diksey's.
+He won't be too long, because he's short. Hee,
+hee, ho!"
+
+The other Horners who were standing by roared
+with laughter and seemed to like their Chief's
+joke as much as he did. Scraps thought it was odd
+that they could be so easily amused, but decided
+there could be little harm in people who laughed
+so merrily.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Three
+
+Peace Is Declared
+
+
+"Come with me to my dwelling and I'll introduce
+you to my daughters," said the Chief. "We're
+bringing them up according to a book of rules that
+was written by one of our leading old bachelors,
+and everyone says they're a remarkable lot of girls."
+
+So Scraps accompanied him along the street to a
+house that seemed on the outside exceptionally
+grimy and dingy. The streets of this city were not
+paved nor had any attempt been made to beautify
+the houses or their surroundings, and having
+noticed this condition Scraps was astonished when
+the Chief ushered her into his home.
+
+Here was nothing grimy or faded, indeed. On the
+contrary, the room was of dazzling brilliance and
+beauty, for it was lined throughout with an
+exquisite metal that resembled translucent frosted
+silver. The surface of this metal was highly
+ornamented in raised designs representing men,
+animals, flowers and trees, and from the metal
+itself was radiated the soft light which flooded
+the room. All the furniture was made of the same
+glorious metal, and Scraps asked what it was.
+
+"That's radium," answered the Chief. "We
+Horners spend all our time digging radium from
+the mines under this mountain, and we use it
+to decorate our homes and make them pretty and
+cosy. It is a medicine, too, and no one can ever
+be sick who lives near radium."
+
+"Have you plenty of it?" asked the Patchwork
+Girl.
+
+"More than we can use. All the houses in this
+city are decorated with it, just the same as mine
+is."
+
+"Why don't you use it on your streets, then,
+and the outside of your houses, to make them as
+pretty as they are within?" she inquired.
+
+"Outside? Who cares for the outside of
+anything?" asked the Chief. "We Horners don't live
+on the outside of our homes; we live inside. Many
+people are like those stupid Hoppers, who love to
+make an outside show. I suppose you strangers
+thought their city more beautiful than ours,
+because you judged from appearances and they have
+handsome marble houses and marble streets; but if
+you entered one of their stiff dwellings you would
+find it bare and uncomfortable, as all their show
+is on the outside. They have an idea that what is
+not seen by others is not important, but with us
+the rooms we live in are our chief delight and
+care, and we pay no attention to outside show."
+
+"Seems to me," said Scraps, musingly, "it
+would be better to make it all pretty--inside
+and out."
+
+"Seems? Why, you're all seams, my girl!" said
+the Chief; and then he laughed heartily at his
+latest joke and a chorus of small voices echoed
+the chorus with "tee-hee-hee! ha, ha!"
+
+Scraps turned around and found a row of
+girls seated in radium chairs ranged along one
+wall of the room. There were nineteen of them,
+by actual count, and they were of all sizes from
+a tiny child to one almost a grown woman. All
+were neatly dressed in spotless white robes and
+had brown skins, horns on their foreheads and
+three-colored hair.
+
+"These," said the Chief, "are my sweet
+daughters. My dears, I introduce to you Miss
+Scraps Patchwork, a lady who is traveling in
+foreign parts to increase her store of wisdom."
+
+The nineteen Horner girls all arose and made
+a polite curtsey, after which they resumed their
+seats and rearranged their robes properly.
+
+"Why do they sit so still, and all in a row?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"Because it is ladylike and proper," replied the
+Chief.
+
+"But some are just children, poor things!
+Don't they ever run around and play and laugh,
+and have a good time?"
+
+"No, indeed," said the Chief. "That would he
+improper in young ladies, as well as in those who
+will sometime become young ladies. My daughters
+are being brought up according to the rules and
+regulations laid down by a leading bachelor who
+has given the subject much study and is himself a
+man of taste and culture. Politeness is his great
+hobby, and he claims that if a child is allowed to
+do an impolite thing one cannot expect the grown
+person to do anything better."
+
+"Is it impolite to romp and shout and be jolly?"
+asked Scraps.
+
+"Well, sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't,"
+replied the Horner, after considering the
+question. "By curbing such inclinations in my
+daughters we keep on the safe side. Once in a
+while I make a good joke, as you have heard, and
+then I permit my daughters to laugh decorously;
+but they are never allowed to make a joke
+themselves."
+
+"That old bachelor who made the rules ought
+to be skinned alive!" declared Scraps, and would
+have said more on the subject had not the door
+opened to admit a little Horner man whom the
+Chief introduced as Diksey.
+
+"What's up, Chief?" asked Diksey, winking
+nineteen times at the nineteen girls, who demurely
+cast down their eyes because their father was
+looking.
+
+The Chief told the man that his joke had not
+been understood by the dull Hoppers, who had
+become so angry that they had declared war. So the
+only way to avoid a terrible battle was to explain
+the joke so they could understand it.
+
+"All right," replied Diksey, who seemed a good-
+natured man; "I'll go at once to the fence and
+explain. I don't want any war with the Hoppers,
+for wars between nations always cause hard
+feelings."
+
+So the Chief and Diksey and Scraps left the
+house and went back to the marble picket fence.
+The Scarecrow was still stuck on the top of his
+picket but had now ceased to struggle. On the
+other side of the fence were Dorothy and Ojo,
+looking between the pickets; and there, also,
+were the Champion and many other Hoppers.
+
+Diksey went close to the fence and said:
+
+"My good Hoppers, I wish to explain that
+what I said about you was a joke. You have but
+one leg each, and we have two legs each. Our
+legs are under us, whether one or two, and we
+stand on them. So, when I said you had less
+understanding than we, I did not mean that you
+had less understanding, you understand, but
+that you had less standundering, so to speak.
+Do you understand that?"
+
+The Hoppers thought it over carefully. Then one
+said:
+
+"That is clear enough; but where does the joke
+come in?'"
+
+Dorothy laughed, for she couldn't help it,
+although all the others were solemn enough.
+
+"I'll tell you where the joke comes in," she
+said, and took the Hoppers away to a distance,
+where the Horners could not hear them. "You know,"
+she then explained, "those neighbors of yours are
+not very bright, poor things, and what they think
+is a joke isn't a joke at all--it's true, don't
+you see?"
+
+"True that we have less understanding?" asked
+the Champion.
+
+"Yes; it's true because you don't understand
+such a poor joke; if you did, you'd be no wiser
+than they are."
+
+"Ah, yes; of course," they answered, looking
+very wise.
+
+"So I'll tell you what to do," continued
+Dorothy. "Laugh at their poor joke and tell 'em
+it's pretty good for a Horner. Then they won't
+dare say you have less understanding, because you
+understand as much as they do."
+
+The Hoppers looked at one another questioningly
+and blinked their eyes and tried to think what it
+all meant; but they couldn't figure it out.
+
+"What do you think, Champion?" asked one of
+them.
+
+"I think it is dangerous to think of this thing
+any more than we can help," he replied. "Let us do
+as this girl says and laugh with the Horners, so
+as to make them believe we see the joke. Then
+there will be peace again and no need to fight."
+
+They readily agreed to this and returned to
+the fence laughing as loud and as hard as they
+could, although they didn't feel like laughing
+a bit. The Horners were much surprised.
+
+"That's a fine joke--for a Horner--and we are
+much pleased with it," said the Champion, speaking
+between the pickets. "But please don't do it
+again."
+
+"I won't," promised Diksey. "If I think of
+another such joke I'll try to forget it."
+
+"Good!" cried the Chief Horner. "The war is over
+and peace is declared."
+
+There was much joyful shouting on both sides of
+the fence and the gate was unlocked and thrown
+wide open, so that Scraps was able to rejoin her
+friends.
+
+"What about the Scarecrow?" she asked Dorothy.
+
+"We must get him down, somehow or other," was
+the reply.
+
+"Perhaps the Horners can find a way," suggested
+Ojo. So they all went through the gate and Dorothy
+asked the Chief Horner how they could get the
+Scarecrow off the fence. The Chief didn't know
+how, but Diksey said:
+
+"A ladder's the thing."
+
+"Have you one?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"To be sure. We use ladders in our mines,"
+said he. Then he ran away to get the ladder,
+and while he was gone the Horners gathered
+around and welcomed the strangers to their
+country, for through them a great war had been
+avoided.
+
+In a little while Diksey came back with a
+tall ladder which he placed against the fence. Ojo
+at once climbed to the top of the ladder and
+Dorothy went about halfway up and Scraps stood at
+the foot of it. Toto ran around it and barked.
+Then Ojo pulled the Scarecrow away from the picket
+and passed him down to Dorothy, who in turn
+lowered him to the Patchwork Girl.
+
+As soon as he was on his feet and standing
+on solid ground the Scarecrow said:
+
+"Much obliged. I feel much better. I'm not
+stuck on that picket any more."
+
+The Horners began to laugh, thinking this
+was a joke, but the Scarecrow shook himself and
+patted his straw a little and said to Dorothy:
+"Is there much of a hole in my back?"
+
+The little girl examined him carefully.
+
+"There's quite a hole," she said. "But I've got
+a needle and thread in the knapsack and I'll sew
+you up again."
+
+"Do so," he begged earnestly, and again the
+Hoppers laughed, to the Scarecrow's great
+annoyance.
+
+While Dorothy was sewing up the hole in
+the straw man's back Scraps examined the other
+parts of him.
+
+"One of his legs is ripped, too!" she exclaimed.
+
+"Oho!" cried little Diksey; "that's bad. Give
+him the needle and thread and let him mend
+his ways."
+
+"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Chief, and the
+other Horners at once roared with laughter.
+
+"What's funny?" inquired the Scarecrow sternly.
+
+"Don't you see?" asked Diksey, who had
+laughed even harder than the others. "That's a
+joke. It's by odds the best joke I ever made.
+You walk with your legs, and so that's the way
+you walk, and your legs are the ways. See? So,
+when you mend your legs, you mend your ways.
+Ho, ho, ho! hee, hee! I'd no idea I could make
+such a fine joke!"
+
+"Just wonderful!" echoed the Chief. "How do you
+manage to do it, Diksey?"
+
+"I don't know," said Diksey modestly. "Perhaps
+it's the radium, but I rather think it's my
+splendid intellect."
+
+"If you don't quit it," the Scarecrow told him,
+"there'll be a worse war than the one you've
+escaped from."
+
+Ojo had been deep in thought, and now he
+asked the Chief: "Is there a dark well in any
+part of your country?"
+
+"A dark well? None that ever I heard of," was
+the answer.
+
+"Oh, yes," said Diksey, who overheard the
+boy's question. "There's a very dark well down
+in my radium mine."
+
+"Is there any water in it?" Ojo eagerly asked.
+
+"Can't say; I've never looked to see. But we
+can find out."
+
+So, as soon as the Scarecrow was mended,
+they decided to go with Diksey to the mine.
+When Dorothy had patted the straw man into
+shape again he declared he felt as good as new
+and equal to further adventures.
+
+"Still," said he, "I prefer not to do picket
+duty again. High life doesn't seem to agree with
+my constitution." And then they hurried away
+to escape the laughter of the Horners, who
+thought this was another joke.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Four
+
+Ojo Finds the Dark Well
+
+
+They now followed Diksey to the farther end of
+the great cave, beyond the Horner city, where
+there were several round, dark holes leading into
+the ground in a slanting direction. Diksey went to
+one of these holes and said:
+
+"Here is the mine in which lies the dark well
+you are seeking. Follow me and step carefully and
+I'll lead you to the place."
+
+He went in first and after him came Ojo, and
+then Dorothy, with the Scarecrow behind her.
+The Patchwork Girl entered last of all, for Toto
+kept close beside his little mistress.
+
+A few steps beyond the mouth of the opening it
+was pitch dark. "You won't lose your way, though,"
+said the Horner, "for there's only one way to go.
+The mine's mine and I know every step of the way.
+How's that for a joke, eh? The mine's mine." Then
+he chuckled gleefully as they followed him
+silently down the steep slant. The hole was just
+big enough to permit them to walk upright,
+although the Scarecrow, being much the taller of
+the party, often had to bend his head to keep from
+hitting the top.
+
+The floor of the tunnel was difficult to walk
+upon because it had been worn smooth as glass, and
+pretty soon Scraps, who was some distance behind
+the others, slipped and fell head foremost. At
+once she began to slide downward, so swiftly that
+when she came to the Scarecrow she knocked him off
+his feet and sent him tumbling against Dorothy,
+who tripped up Ojo. The boy fell against the
+Horner, so that all went tumbling down the slide
+in a regular mix-up, unable to see where they were
+going because of the darkness.
+
+Fortunately, when they reached the bottom the
+Scarecrow and Scraps were in front, and the others
+bumped against them, so that no one was hurt. They
+found themselves in a vast cave which was dimly
+lighted by the tiny grains of radium that lay
+scattered among the loose rocks.
+
+"Now," said Diksey, when they had all regained
+their feet, "I will show you where the dark well
+is. This is a big place, but if we hold fast to
+each other we won't get lost."
+
+They took hold of hands and the Horner led
+them into a dark corner, where he halted.
+
+"Be careful," said he warningly. "The well is
+at your feet."
+
+"All right," replied Ojo, and kneeling down
+he felt in the well with his hand and found
+that it contained a quantity of water. "Where's
+the gold flask, Dorothy?" he asked, and the
+little girl handed him the flask, which she had
+brought with her.
+
+Ojo knelt again and by feeling carefully in
+the dark managed to fill the flask with the
+unseen water that was in the well. Then he
+screwed the top of the flask firmly in place and
+put the precious water in his pocket.
+
+"All right!" he said again, in a glad voice;
+"now we can go back."
+
+They returned to the mouth of the tunnel and
+began to creep cautiously up the incline. This
+time they made Scraps stay behind, for fear she
+would slip again; but they all managed to get up
+in safety and the Munchkin boy was very happy when
+he stood in the Horner city and realized that the
+water from the dark well, which he and his friends
+had traveled so far to secure, was safe in his
+jacket pocket.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Five
+
+They Bribe the Lazy Quadling
+
+
+"Now," said Dorothy, as they stood on the mountain
+path, having left behind them the cave in which
+dwelt the Hoppers and the Horners, "I think we
+must find a road into the Country of the Winkies,
+for there is where Ojo wants to go next."
+
+"Is there such a road?" asked the Scarecrow.
+
+"I don't know," she replied. "I s'pose we can go
+back the way we came, to Jack Pumpkinhead's house,
+and then turn into the Winkie Country; but that
+seems like running 'round a haystack, doesn't it?"
+
+"Yes," said the Scarecrow. "What is the next
+thing Ojo must get?"
+
+"A yellow butterfly," answered the boy.
+
+"That means the Winkie Country, all right,
+for it's the yellow country of Oz," remarked
+Dorothy. "I think, Scarecrow, we ought to take
+him to the Tin Woodman, for he's the Emp'ror
+of the Winkies and will help us to find what
+Ojo wants."
+
+"Of course," replied the Scarecrow, brightening
+at the suggestion. "The Tin Woodman will do
+anything we ask him, for he's one of my dearest
+friends. I believe we can take a crosscut into his
+country and so get to his castle a day sooner
+than if we travel back the way we came."
+
+"I think so, too," said the girl; "and that means
+we must keep to the left."
+
+They were obliged to go down the mountain before
+they found any path that led in the direction they
+wanted to go, but among the tumbled rocks at the
+foot of the mountain was a faint trail which they
+decided to follow. Two or three hours walk along
+this trail brought them to a clear, level country,
+where there were a few farms and some scattered
+houses. But they knew they were still in the
+Country of the Quadlings, because everything had a
+bright red color. Not that the trees and grasses
+were red, but the fences and houses were painted
+that color and all the wild-flowers that bloomed
+by the wayside had red blossoms. This part of the
+Quadling Country seemed peaceful and prosperous,
+if rather lonely, and the road was more distinct
+and easier to follow.
+
+But just as they were congratulating themselves
+upon the progress they had made they came upon a
+broad river which swept along between high banks,
+and here the road ended and there was no bridge of
+any sort to allow them to cross.
+
+"This is queer," mused Dorothy, looking at
+the water reflectively. "Why should there be
+any road, if the river stops everyone walking
+along it?"
+
+"Wow!" said Toto, gazing earnestly into her
+face.
+
+"That's the best answer you'll get," declared
+the Scarecrow, with his comical smile, "for no
+one knows any more than Toto about this road."
+
+Said Scraps:
+
+
+    "Ev'ry time I see a river,
+    I have chills that make me shiver,
+    For I never can forget
+    All the water's very wet.
+    If my patches get a soak
+    It will be a sorry joke;
+    So to swim I'll never try
+    Till I find the water dry."
+
+
+"Try to control yourself, Scraps," said Ojo;
+"you're getting crazy again. No one intends to swim
+that river."
+
+"No," decided Dorothy, "we couldn't swim it
+if we tried. It's too big a river, and the water
+moves awful fast."
+
+"There ought to be a ferryman with a boat,"
+said the Scarecrow; "but I don't see any."
+
+"Couldn't we make a raft?" suggested Ojo.
+
+"There's nothing to make one of," answered
+Dorothy.
+
+"Wow!" said Toto again, and Dorothy saw he
+was looking along the bank of the river.
+
+"Why, he sees a house over there!" cried the
+little girl. "I wonder we didn't notice it
+ourselves. Let's go and ask the people how to
+get 'cross the river."
+
+A quarter of a mile along the bank stood a
+small, round house, painted bright red, and as
+it was on their side of the river they hurried
+toward it. A chubby little man, dressed all in
+red, came out to greet them, and with him were
+two children, also in red costumes. The man's
+eyes were big and staring as he examined the
+Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl, and the
+children shyly hid behind him and peeked
+timidly at Toto.
+
+"Do you live here, my good man?" asked the
+Scarecrow.
+
+"I think I do, Most Mighty Magician," replied
+the Quadling, bowing low; "but whether I'm awake
+or dreaming I can't be positive, so I'm not sure
+where I live. If you'll kindly pinch me I'll find
+out all about it!"
+
+"You're awake," said Dorothy, "and this is no
+magician, but just the Scarecrow."
+
+"But he's alive," protested the man, "and he
+oughtn't to be, you know. And that other dreadful
+person--the girl who is all patches--seems to be
+alive, too."
+
+"Very much so," declared Scraps, making a
+face at him. "But that isn't your affair, you
+know."
+
+"I've a right to be surprised, haven't I?" asked
+the man meekly.
+
+"I'm not sure; but anyhow you've no right to say
+I'm dreadful. The Scarecrow, who is a gentleman of
+great wisdom, thinks I'm beautiful," retorted
+Scraps.
+
+"Never mind all that," said Dorothy. "Tell us,
+good Quadling, how we can get across the river."
+
+"I don't know," replied the Quadling.
+
+"Don't you ever cross it?" asked the girl.
+
+"Never."
+
+"Don't travelers cross it?"
+
+"Not to my knowledge," said he.
+
+They were much surprised to hear this, and
+the man added: "It's a pretty big river, and the
+current is strong. I know a man who lives on
+the opposite bank, for I've seen him there a good
+many years; but we've never spoken because
+neither of us has ever crossed over."
+
+"That's queer," said the Scarecrow. "Don't you
+own a boat?"
+
+The man shook his head.
+
+"Nor a raft?"
+
+"Where does this river go to?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"That way," answered the man, pointing with
+one hand, "it goes into the Country of the
+Winkies, which is ruled by the Tin Emperor,
+who must be a mighty magician because he's
+all made of tin, and yet he's alive. And that
+way," pointing with the other hand, "the river
+runs between two mountains where dangerous
+people dwell."
+
+The Scarecrow looked at the water before them.
+
+"The current flows toward the Winkie Country,"
+said he; "and so, if we had a boat, or a raft, the
+river would float us there more quickly and more
+easily than we could walk."
+
+"That is true," agreed Dorothy; and then they
+all looked thoughtful and wondered what could
+be done.
+
+"Why can't the man make us a raft?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Will you?" inquired Dorothy, turning to the
+Quadling.
+
+The chubby man shook his head.
+
+"I'm too lazy," he said. "My wife says I'm the
+laziest man in all Oz, and she is a truthful
+woman. I hate work of any kind, and making a raft
+is hard work."
+
+"I'll give you my em'rald ring," promised the
+girl.
+
+"No; I don't care for emeralds. If it were a
+ruby, which is the color I like best, I might work
+a little while."
+
+"I've got some Square Meal Tablets," said the
+Scarecrow. "Each one is the same as a dish of
+soup, a fried fish, a mutton pot-pie, lobster
+salad, charlotte russe and lemon jelly--all made
+into one little tablet that you can swallow
+without trouble."
+
+"Without trouble!" exclaimed the Quadling,
+much interested; "then those tablets would be
+fine for a lazy man. It's such hard work to chew
+when you eat."
+
+"I'll give you six of those tablets if you'll
+help us make a raft," promised the Scarecrow.
+"They're a combination of food which people who
+eat are very fond of. I never eat, you know, being
+straw; but some of my friends eat regularly. What
+do you say to my offer, Quadling?"
+
+"I'll do it," decided the man. "I'll help, and
+you can do most of the work. But my wife has
+gone fishing for red eels to-day, so some of you
+will have to mind the children."
+
+Scraps promised to do that, and the children
+were not so shy when the Patchwork Girl sat
+down to play with them. They grew to like
+Toto, too, and the little dog allowed them to
+pat him on his head, which gave the little ones
+much joy.
+
+There were a number of fallen trees near the
+house and the Quadling got his axe and chopped
+them into logs of equal length. He took his wife's
+clothesline to bind these logs together, so that
+they would form a raft, and Ojo found some strips
+of wood and nailed them along the tops of the
+logs, to render them more firm. The Scarecrow and
+Dorothy helped roll the logs together and carry
+the strips of wood, but it took so long to make
+the raft that evening came just as it was
+finished, and with evening the Quadling's wife
+returned from her fishing.
+
+The woman proved to be cross and bad-tempered,
+perhaps because she had only caught one red eel
+during all the day. When she found that her
+husband had used her clothesline, and the logs she
+had wanted for firewood, and the boards she had
+intended to mend the shed with, and a lot of gold
+nails, she became very angry. Scraps wanted to
+shake the woman, to make her behave, but Dorothy
+talked to her in a gentle tone and told the
+Quadling's wife she was a Princess of Oz and a
+friend of Ozma and that when she got back to the
+Emerald City she would send them a lot of things
+to repay them for the raft, including a new
+clothesline. This promise pleased the woman and
+she soon became more pleasant, saying they could
+stay the night at her house and begin their voyage
+on the river next morning.
+
+This they did, spending a pleasant evening
+with the Quadling family and being entertained
+with such hospitality as the poor people were
+able to offer them. The man groaned a good
+deal and said he had overworked himself by
+chopping the logs, but the Scarecrow gave him
+two more tablets than he had promised, which
+seemed to comfort the lazy fellow.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Six
+
+The Trick River
+
+
+Next morning they pushed the raft into the water
+and all got aboard. The Quadling man had to hold
+the log craft fast while they took their places,
+and the flow of the river was so powerful that it
+nearly tore the raft from his hands. As soon as
+they were all seated upon the logs he let go and
+away it floated and the adventurers had begun
+their voyage toward the Winkie Country.
+
+The little house of the Quadlings was out of
+sight almost before they had cried their good-
+byes, and the Scarecrow said in a pleased voice:
+"It won't take us long to get to the Winkie
+Country, at this rate."
+
+They had floated several miles down the stream
+and were enjoying the ride when suddenly the raft
+slowed up, stopped short, and then began to float
+back the way it had come.
+
+"Why, what's wrong?" asked Dorothy, in
+astonishment; but they were all just as bewildered
+as she was and at first no one could answer the
+question. Soon, however, they realized the truth:
+that the current of the river had reversed and the
+water was now flowing in the opposite direction--
+toward the mountains.
+
+They began to recognize the scenes they had
+passed, and by and by they came in sight of the
+little house of the Quadlings again. The man
+was standing on the river bank and he called
+to them:
+
+"How do you do? Glad to see you again. I forgot
+to tell you that the river changes its direction
+every little while. Sometimes it flows one way,
+and sometimes the other."
+
+They had no time to answer him, for the raft
+was swept past the house and a long distance on
+the other side of it.
+
+"We're going just the way we don't want to
+go," said Dorothy, "and I guess the best thing
+we can do is to get to land before we're carried
+any farther."
+
+But they could not get to land. They had
+no oars, nor even a pole to guide the raft with.
+The logs which bore them floated in the middle
+of the stream and were held fast in that position
+by the strong current.
+
+So they sat still and waited and, even while
+they were wondering what could be done, the raft
+slowed down, stopped, and began drifting the other
+way--in the direction it had first followed. After
+a time they repassed the Quadling house and the
+man was still standing on the bank. He cried out
+to them:
+
+"Good day! Glad to see you again. I expect
+I shall see you a good many times, as you go
+by, unless you happen to swim ashore."
+
+By that time they had left him behind and
+were headed once more straight toward the
+Winkie Country.
+
+"This is pretty hard luck," said Ojo in a
+discouraged voice. "The Trick River keeps
+changing, it seems, and here we must float back
+and forward forever, unless we manage in some way
+to get ashore."
+
+"Can you swim?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"No; I'm Ojo the Unlucky."
+
+"Neither can I. Toto can swim a little, but
+that won't help us to get to shore."
+
+"I don't know whether I could swim, or not,"
+remarked Scraps; "but if I tried it I'd surely ruin
+my lovely patches."
+
+"My straw would get soggy in the water and
+I would sink," said the Scarecrow.
+
+So there seemed no way out of their dilemma
+and being helpless they simply sat still. Ojo,
+who was on the front of the raft, looked over
+into the water and thought he saw some large
+fishes swimming about. He found a loose end
+of the clothesline which fastened the logs
+together, and taking a gold nail from his pocket
+he bent it nearly double, to form a hook, and
+tied it to the end of the line. Having baited the
+hook with some bread which he broke from his
+loaf, he dropped the line into the water and
+almost instantly it was seized by a great fish.
+
+They knew it was a great fish, because it
+pulled so hard on the line that it dragged the
+raft forward even faster than the current of the
+river had carried it. The fish was frightened,
+and it was a strong swimmer. As the other end
+of the clothesline was bound around the logs
+he could not get it away, and as he had greedily
+swallowed the gold hook at the first bite he
+could not get rid of that, either.
+
+When they reached the place where the current
+had before changed, the fish was still swimming
+ahead in its wild attempt to escape. The raft
+slowed down, yet it did not stop, because the fish
+would not let it. It continued to move in the same
+direction it had been going. As the current
+reversed and rushed backward on its course it
+failed to drag the raft with it. Slowly, inch by
+inch, they floated on, and the fish tugged and
+tugged and kept them going.
+
+"I hope he won't give up," said Ojo anxiously.
+"If the fish can hold out until the current
+changes again, we'll be all right."
+
+The fish did not give up, but held the raft
+bravely on its course, till at last the water in
+the river shifted again and floated them the way
+they wanted to go. But now the captive fish
+found its strength failing. Seeking a refuge, it
+began to drag the raft toward the shore. As they
+did not wish to land in this place the boy cut
+the rope with his pocket-knife and set the fish
+free, just in time to prevent the raft from
+grounding.
+
+The next time the river backed up the Scarecrow
+managed to seize the branch of a tree that
+overhung the water and they all assisted him to
+hold fast and prevent the raft from being carried
+backward. While they waited here, Ojo spied a long
+broken branch lying upon the bank, so he leaped
+ashore and got it. When he had stripped off the
+side shoots he believed he could use the branch as
+a pole, to guide the raft in case of emergency.
+
+They clung to the tree until they found the
+water flowing the right way, when they let go
+and permitted the raft to resume its voyage. In
+spite of these pauses they were really making
+good progress toward the Winkie Country and
+having found a way to conquer the adverse
+current their spirits rose considerably. They
+could see little of the country through which
+they were passing, because of the high banks,
+and they met with no boats or other craft upon
+the surface of the river.
+
+Once more the trick river reversed its current,
+but this time the Scarecrow was on guard and
+used the pole to push the raft toward a big
+rock which lay in the water. He believed the
+rock would prevent their floating backward with
+the current, and so it did. They clung to this
+anchorage until the water resumed its proper
+direction, when they allowed the raft to drift on.
+
+Floating around a bend they saw ahead a high
+bank of water, extending across the entire river,
+and toward this they were being irresistibly
+carried. There being no way to arrest the progress
+of the raft they clung fast to the logs and let
+the river sweep them on. Swiftly the raft climbed
+the bank of water and slid down on the other side,
+plunging its edge deep into the water and
+drenching them all with spray.
+
+As again the raft righted and drifted on,
+Dorothy and Ojo laughed at the ducking they had
+received; but Scraps was much dismayed and the
+Scarecrow took out his handkerchief and wiped the
+water off the Patchwork Girl's patches as well as
+he was able to. The sun soon dried her and the
+colors of her patches proved good, for they did
+not run together nor did they fade.
+
+After passing the wall of water the current did
+not change or flow backward any more but continued
+to sweep them steadily forward. The banks of the
+river grew lower, too, permitting them to see more
+of the country, and presently they discovered
+yellow buttercups and dandelions growing amongst
+the grass, from which evidence they knew they had
+reached the Winkie Country.
+
+"Don't you think we ought to land?" Dorothy
+asked the Scarecrow.
+
+"Pretty soon," he replied. "The Tin Woodman's
+castle is in the southern part of the Winkie
+Country, and so it can't be a great way from
+here."
+
+Fearing they might drift too far, Dorothy and
+Ojo now stood up and raised the Scarecrow in
+their arms, as high as they could, thus allowing
+him a good view of the country. For a time he
+saw nothing he recognized, but finally he cried:
+
+"There it is! There it is!"
+
+"What?" asked Dorothy.
+
+"The Tin Woodman's tin castle. I can see
+its turrets glittering in the sun. It's quite a way
+off, but we'd better land as quickly as we can."
+
+They let him down and began to urge the raft
+toward the shore by means of the pole. It obeyed
+very well, for the current was more sluggish
+now, and soon they had reached the bank and
+landed safely.
+
+The Winkie Country was really beautiful,
+and across the fields they could see afar the
+silvery sheen of the tin castle. With light hearts
+they hurried toward it, being fully rested by
+their long ride on the river.
+
+By and by they began to cross an immense
+field of splendid yellow lilies, the delicate
+fragrance of which was very delightful.
+
+"How beautiful they are!" cried Dorothy,
+stopping to admire the perfection of these
+exquisite flowers.
+
+"Yes," said the Scarecrow, reflectively, "but
+we must be careful not to crush or injure any
+of these lilies."
+
+"Why not?" asked Ojo.
+
+"The Tin Woodman is very kind-hearted,"
+was the reply, "and he hates to see any living
+thing hurt in any way."
+
+"Are flowers alive?" asked Scraps.
+
+"Yes, of course. And these flowers belong to
+the Tin Woodman. So, in order not to offend
+him, we must not tread on a single blossom."
+
+"Once," said Dorothy, "the Tin Woodman
+stepped on a beetle and killed the little creature.
+That made him very unhappy and he cried until
+his tears rusted his joints, so he couldn't move
+'em."
+
+"What did he do then?" asked Ojo.
+
+"Put oil on them, until the joints worked
+smooth again."
+
+"Oh!" exclaimed the boy, as if a great discovery
+had flashed across his mind. But he did not tell
+anybody what the discovery was and kept the idea
+to himself.
+
+It was a long walk, but a pleasant one, and
+they did not mind it a bit. Late in the afternoon
+they drew near to the wonderful tin castle of
+the Emperor of the Winkies, and Ojo and
+Scraps, who had never seen it before, were
+filled with amazement.
+
+Tin abounded in the Winkie Country and
+the Winkies were said to be the most skillful
+tinsmiths in all the world. So the Tin Woodman
+had employed them in building his magnificent
+castle, which was all of tin, from the ground to
+the tallest turret, and so brightly polished that
+it glittered in the sun's rays more gorgeously
+than silver. Around the grounds of the castle
+ran a tin wall, with tin gates; but the gates stood
+wide open because the Emperor had no enemies
+to disturb him.
+
+When they entered the spacious grounds our
+travelers found more to admire. Tin fountains sent
+sprays of clear water far into the air and there
+were many beds of tin flowers, all as perfectly
+formed as any natural flowers might be. There
+were tin trees, too, and here and there shady
+bowers of tin, with tin benches and chairs to sit
+upon. Also, on the sides of the pathway leading up
+to the front door of the castle, were rows of tin
+statuary, very cleverly executed. Among these Ojo
+recognized statues of Dorothy, Toto, the
+Scarecrow, the Wizard, the Shaggy Man, Jack
+Pumpkinhead and Ozma, all standing upon neat
+pedestals of tin.
+
+Toto was well acquainted with the residence of
+the Tin Woodman and, being assured a joyful
+welcome, he ran ahead and barked so loudly at the
+front door that the Tin Woodman heard him and came
+out in person to see if it were really his old
+friend Toto. Next moment the tin man had clasped
+the Scarecrow in a warm embrace and then turned
+to hug Dorothy. But now his eye was arrested by
+the strange sight of the Patchwork Girl, and he
+gazed upon her in mingled wonder and admiration.
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Seven
+
+The Tin Woodman Objects
+
+
+The Tin Woodman was one of the most important
+personages in all Oz. Though Emperor of the
+Winkies, he owed allegiance to Ozma, who ruled all
+the land, and the girl and the tin man were warm
+personal friends. He was something of a dandy and
+kept his tin body brilliantly polished and his tin
+joints well oiled. Also he was very courteous in
+manner and so kind and gentle that everyone loved
+him. The Emperor greeted Ojo and Scraps with
+cordial hospitality and ushered the entire party
+into his handsome tin parlor, where all the
+furniture and pictures were made of tin. The walls
+were paneled with tin and from the tin ceiling
+hung tin chandeliers.
+
+The Tin Woodman wanted to know, first of
+all, where Dorothy had found the Patchwork
+Girl, so between them the visitors told the story
+of how Scraps was made, as well as the accident
+to Margolotte and Unc Nunkie and how Ojo
+had set out upon a journey to procure the things
+needed for the Crooked Magician's magic
+charm. Then Dorothy told of their adventures
+in the Quadling Country and how at last they
+succeeded in getting the water from a dark well.
+
+While the little girl was relating these
+adventures the Tin Woodman sat in an easy chair
+listening with intense interest, while the others
+sat grouped around him. Ojo, however, had kept his
+eyes fixed upon the body of the tin Emperor, and
+now he noticed that under the joint of his left
+knee a tiny drop of oil was forming. He watched
+this drop of oil with a fast-beating heart, and
+feeling in his pocket brought out a tiny vial of
+crystal, which he held secreted in his hand.
+
+Presently the Tin Woodman changed his
+position, and at once Ojo, to the astonishment
+of all, dropped to the floor and held his crystal
+vial under the Emperor's knee joint. Just then
+the drop of oil fell, and the boy caught it in
+his bottle and immediately corked it tight. Then,
+with a red face and embarrassed manner, he rose
+to confront the others.
+
+"What in the world were you doing?" asked
+the Tin Woodman.
+
+"I caught a drop of oil that fell from your
+knee-joint," confessed Ojo.
+
+"A drop of oil!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman.
+"Dear me, how careless my valet must have
+been in oiling me this morning. I'm afraid I
+shall have to scold the fellow, for I can't be
+dropping oil wherever I go."
+
+"Never mind," said Dorothy. "Ojo seems glad
+to have the oil, for some reason."
+
+"Yes," declared the Munchkin boy, "I am
+glad. For one of the things the Crooked Magician
+sent me to get was a drop of oil from a live man's
+body. I had no idea, at first, that there was such
+a thing; but it's now safe in the little crystal
+vial."
+
+"You are very welcome to it, indeed," said
+the Tin Woodman. "Have you now secured all
+the things you were in search of?"
+
+"Not quite all," answered Ojo. "There were five
+things I had to get, and I have found four of
+them. I have the three hairs in the tip of a
+Woozy's tail, a six-leaved clover, a gill of water
+from a dark well and a drop of oil from a live
+man's body. The last thing is the easiest of all
+to get, and I'm sure that my dear Unc Nunkie--and
+good Margolotte, as well--will soon be restored to
+life."
+
+The Munchkin boy said this with much pride and
+pleasure.
+
+"Good!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman; "I
+congratulate you. But what is the fifth and last
+thing you need, in order to complete the magic
+charm?"
+
+"The left wing of a yellow butterfly," said
+Ojo. "In this yellow country, and with your
+kind assistance, that ought to be very easy to
+find."
+
+The Tin Woodman stared at him in amazement.
+
+"Surely you are joking!" he said.
+
+"No," replied Ojo, much surprised; "I am in
+earnest."
+
+"But do you think for a moment that I would
+permit you, or anyone else, to pull the left wing
+from a yellow butterfly?" demanded the Tin Woodman
+sternly.
+
+"Why not, sir?"
+
+"Why not? You ask me why not? It would be
+cruel--one of the most cruel and heartless deeds
+I ever heard of," asserted the Tin Woodman.
+"The butterflies are among the prettiest of all
+created things, and they are very sensitive to
+pain. To tear a wing from one would cause it
+exquisite torture and it would soon die in great
+agony. I would not permit such a wicked deed
+under any circumstances!"
+
+Ojo was astounded at hearing this. Dorothy, too,
+looked grave and disconcerted, but she knew in her
+heart that the Tin Woodman was right. The
+Scarecrow nodded his head in approval of his
+friend's speech, so it was evident that he agreed
+with the Emperor's decision. Scraps looked from
+one to another in perplexity.
+
+"Who cares for a butterfly?" she asked.
+
+"Don't you?" inquired the Tin Woodman.
+
+"Not the snap of a finger, for I have no heart,"
+said the Patchwork Girl. "But I want to help
+Ojo, who is my friend, to rescue the uncle whom
+he loves, and I'd kill a dozen useless butterflies
+to enable him to do that."
+
+The Tin Woodman sighed regretfully.
+
+"You have kind instincts," he said, "and with a
+heart you would indeed be a fine creature. I
+cannot blame you for your heartless remark, as you
+cannot understand the feelings of those who
+possess hearts. I, for instance, have a very neat
+and responsive heart which the wonderful Wizard
+of Oz once gave me, and so I shall never--never--
+never permit a poor yellow butterfly to be
+tortured by anyone."
+
+"The yellow country of the Winkies," said Ojo
+sadly, "is the only place in Oz where a yellow
+butterfly can be found."
+
+"I'm glad of that," said the Tin Woodman.
+"As I rule the Winkie Country, I can protect
+my butterflies."
+
+"Unless I get the wing--just one left wing--"
+said Ojo miserably, "I can't save Unc Nunkie."
+
+"Then he must remain a marble statue forever,"
+declared the Tin Emperor, firmly.
+
+Ojo wiped his eyes, for he could not hold back
+the tears.
+
+"I'll tell you what to do," said Scraps. "We'll
+take a whole yellow butterfly, alive and well, to
+the Crooked Magician, and let him pull the left
+wing off."
+
+"No, you won't," said the Tin Woodman.
+"You can't have one of my dear little butterflies
+to treat in that way."
+
+"Then what in the world shall we do?" asked
+Dorothy.
+
+They all became silent and thoughtful. No
+one spoke for a long time. Then the Tin Woodman
+suddenly roused himself and said:
+
+"We must all go back to the Emerald City
+and ask Ozma's advice. She's a wise little girl,
+our Ruler, and she may find a way to help Ojo
+save his Unc Nunkie."
+
+So the following morning the party started
+on the journey to the Emerald City, which they
+reached in due time without any important
+adventure. It was a sad journey for Ojo, for
+without the wing of the yellow butterfly he saw
+no way to save Unc Nunkie--unless he waited
+six years for the Crooked Magician to make a
+new lot of the Powder of Life. The boy was
+utterly discouraged, and as he walked along he
+groaned aloud.
+
+"Is anything hurting you?" inquired the Tin
+Woodman in a kindly tone, for the Emperor
+was with the party.
+
+"I'm Ojo the Unlucky," replied the boy. "I
+might have known I would fail in anything
+I tried to do."
+
+"Why are you Ojo the Unlucky?" asked the tin
+man.
+
+"Because I was born on a Friday."
+
+"Friday is not unlucky," declared the Emperor.
+"It's just one of seven days. Do you suppose all
+the world becomes unlucky one-seventh of the
+time?"
+
+"It was the thirteenth day of the month," said
+Ojo.
+
+"Thirteen! Ah, that is indeed a lucky number,"
+replied the Tin Woodman. "All my good luck seems
+to happen on the thirteenth. I suppose most
+people never notice the good luck that comes to
+them with the number 13, and yet if the least bit
+of bad luck falls on that day, they blame it to
+the number, and not to the proper cause."
+
+"Thirteen's my lucky number, too," remarked the
+Scarecrow.
+
+"And mine," said Scraps. "I've just thirteen
+patches on my head."
+
+"But," continued Ojo, "I'm left-handed."
+
+"Many of our greatest men are that way,"
+asserted the Emperor. "To be left-handed is
+usually to be two-handed; the right-handed people
+are usually one-handed."
+
+"And I've a wart under my right arm," said Ojo.
+
+"How lucky!" cried the Tin Woodman. "If
+it were on the end of your nose it might be
+unlucky, but under your arm it is luckily out
+of the way."
+
+"For all those reasons," said the Munchkin
+boy, "I have been called Ojo the Unlucky."
+
+"Then we must turn over a new leaf and call you
+henceforth Ojo the Lucky," declared the tin man.
+"Every reason you have given is absurd. But I have
+noticed that those who continually dread ill luck
+and fear it will overtake them, have no time to
+take advantage of any good fortune that comes
+their way. Make up your mind to be Ojo the
+Lucky."
+
+"How can I?" asked the boy, "when all my
+attempts to save my dear uncle have failed?"
+
+"Never give up, Ojo," advised Dorothy. "No
+one ever knows what's going to happen next."
+
+Ojo did not reply, but he was so dejected that
+even their arrival at the Emerald City failed to
+interest him.
+
+The people joyfully cheered the appearance of
+the Tin Woodman, the Scarecrow and Dorothy, who
+were all three general favorites, and on entering
+the royal palace word came to them from Ozma that
+she would at once grant them an audience.
+
+Dorothy told the girl Ruler how successful
+they had been in their quest until they came to
+the item of the yellow butterfly, which the Tin
+Woodman positively refused to sacrifice to the
+magic potion.
+
+"He is quite right," said Ozma, who did not seem
+a bit surprised. "Had Ojo told me that one of the
+things he sought was the wing of a yellow
+butterfly I would have informed him, before he
+started out, that he could never secure it. Then
+you would have been saved the troubles and
+annoyances of your long journey."
+
+"I didn't mind the journey at all," said
+Dorothy; "it was fun."
+
+"As it has turned out," remarked Ojo, "I can
+never get the things the Crooked Magician sent
+me for; and so, unless I wait the six years for
+him to make the Powder of Life, Unc Nunkie
+cannot be saved."
+
+Ozma smiled.
+
+"Dr. Pipt will make no more Powder of Life,
+I promise you," said she. "I have sent for him
+and had him brought to this palace, where he
+now is, and his four kettles have been destroyed
+and his book of recipes burned up. I have also
+had brought here the marble statues of your
+uncle and of Margolotte, which are standing in
+the next room."
+
+They were all greatly astonished at this
+announcement.
+
+"Oh, let me see Unc Nunkie! Let me see him
+at once, please!" cried Ojo eagerly.
+
+"Wait a moment," replied Ozma, "for I have
+something more to say. Nothing that happens
+in the Land of Oz escapes the notice of our wise
+Sorceress, Glinda the Good. She knew all about
+the magic-making of Dr. Pipt, and how he had
+brought the Glass Cat and the Patchwork Girl
+to life, and the accident to Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte, and of Ojo's quest and his journey
+with Dorothy. Glinda also knew that Ojo would
+fail to find all the things he sought, so she sent
+for our Wizard and instructed him what to do.
+Something is going to happen in this palace,
+presently, and that 'something' will, I am sure,
+please you all. And now," continued the girl
+Ruler, rising from her chair, "you may follow
+me into the next room."
+
+
+
+
+Chapter Twenty-Eight
+
+The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
+
+
+When Ojo entered the room he ran quickly to
+the statue of Unc Nunkie and kissed the marble
+face affectionately.
+
+"I did my best, Unc," he said, with a sob, "but
+it was no use!"
+
+Then he drew back and looked around the room,
+and the sight of the assembled company quite
+amazed him.
+
+Aside from the marble statues of Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte, the Glass Cat was there, curled up on
+a rug; and the Woozy was there, sitting on its
+square hind legs and looking on the scene with
+solemn interest; and there was the Shaggy Man, in
+a suit of shaggy pea-green satin, and at a table
+sat the little Wizard, looking quite important and
+as if he knew much more than he cared to tell.
+
+Last of all, Dr. Pipt was there, and the
+Crooked Magician sat humped up in a chair,
+seeming very dejected but keeping his eyes fixed
+on the lifeless form of his wife Margolotte,
+whom he fondly loved but whom he now feared
+was lost to him forever.
+
+Ozma took a chair which Jellia Jamb wheeled
+forward for the Ruler, and back of her stood the
+Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and Dorothy, as
+well as the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry
+Tiger. The Wizard now arose and made a low
+bow to Ozma and another less deferent bow to
+the assembled company.
+
+"Ladies and gentlemen and beasts," he said,
+"I beg to announce that our Gracious Ruler has
+permitted me to obey the commands of the great
+Sorceress, Glinda the Good, whose humble Assistant
+I am proud to be. We have discovered that the
+Crooked Magician has been indulging in his magical
+arts contrary to Law, and therefore, by Royal
+Edict, I hereby deprive him of all power to work
+magic in the future. He is no longer a crooked
+magician, but a simple Munchkin; he is no longer
+even crooked, but a man like other men."
+
+As he pronounced these words the Wizard
+waved his hand toward Dr. Pipt and instantly
+every crooked limb straightened out and became
+perfect. The former magician, with a cry of joy,
+sprang to his feet, looked at himself in wonder,
+and then fell back in his chair and watched the
+Wizard with fascinated interest.
+
+"The Glass Cat, which Dr. Pipt lawlessly
+made," continued the Wizard, "is a pretty cat,
+but its pink brains made it so conceited that it
+was a disagreeable companion to everyone. So
+the other day I took away the pink brains and
+replaced them with transparent ones, and now
+the Glass Cat is so modest and well behaved
+that Ozma has decided to keep her in the palace
+as a pet."
+
+"I thank you," said the cat, in a soft voice.
+
+"The Woozy has proved himself a good Woozy and a
+faithful friend," the Wizard went on, "so we will
+send him to the Royal Menagerie, where he will
+have good care and plenty to eat all his life."
+
+"Much obliged," said the Woozy. "That beats
+being fenced up in a lonely forest and starved."
+
+"As for the Patchwork Girl," resumed the Wizard,
+"she is so remarkable in appearance, and so clever
+and good tempered, that our Gracious Ruler intends
+to preserve her carefully, as one of the
+curiosities of the curious Land of Oz. Scraps may
+live in the palace, or wherever she pleases, and
+be nobody's servant but her own."
+
+"That's all right," said Scraps.
+
+"We have all been interested in Ojo," the little
+Wizard continued, "because his love for his
+unfortunate uncle has led him bravely to face all
+sorts of dangers, in order that he might rescue
+him. The Munchkin boy has a loyal and generous
+heart and has done his best to restore Unc Nunkie
+to life. He has failed, but there are others more
+powerful than the Crooked Magician, and there are
+more ways than Dr. Pipt knew of to destroy the
+charm of the Liquid of Petrifaction. Glinda the
+Good has told me of one way, and you shall now
+learn how great is the knowledge and power of our
+peerless Sorceress."
+
+As he said this the Wizard advanced to the
+statue of Margolote and made a magic pass, at
+the same time muttering a magic word that
+none could hear distinctly. At once the woman
+moved, turned her head wonderingly this way
+and that, to note all who stood before her, and
+seeing Dr. Pipt, ran forward and threw herself
+into her husband's outstretched arms.
+
+Then the Wizard made the magic pass and
+spoke the magic word before the statue of Unc
+Nunkie. The old Munchkin immediately came
+to life and with a low bow to the Wizard said:
+"Thanks."
+
+But now Ojo rushed up and threw his arms
+joyfully about his uncle, and the old man
+hugged his little nephew tenderly and stroked
+his hair and wiped away the boy's tears with a
+handkerchief, for Ojo was crying from pure
+happiness.
+
+Ozma came forward to congratulate them.
+
+"I have given to you, my dear Ojo and Unc
+Nunkie, a nice house just outside the walls of
+the Emerald City," she said, "and there you
+shall make your future home and be under my
+protection."
+
+"Didn't I say you were Ojo the Lucky?"
+asked the Tin Woodman, as everyone crowded
+around to shake Ojo's hand.
+
+"Yes; and it is true!" replied Ojo, gratefully.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Patchwork Girl of Oz, by L. Frank Baum
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+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h1><a name="THE_PATCHWORK_GIRL_OF_OZ" id="THE_PATCHWORK_GIRL_OF_OZ" />THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ</h1>
+
+<h3>by L. FRANK BAUM</h3>
+
+<h4>Affectionately Dedicated to my young friend
+Sumner Hamilton Britton of Chicago</h4>
+
+
+<h2>Prologue</h2>
+
+<p>Through the kindness of Dorothy Gale of Kansas, afterward Princess
+Dorothy of Oz, an humble writer in the United States of America was once
+appointed Royal Historian of Oz, with the privilege of writing the
+chronicle of that wonderful fairyland. But after making six books about
+the adventures of those interesting but queer people who live in the
+Land of Oz, the Historian learned with sorrow that by an edict of the
+Supreme Ruler, Ozma of Oz, her country would thereafter be rendered
+invisible to all who lived outside its borders and that all
+communication with Oz would, in the future, be cut off.</p>
+
+<p>The children who had learned to look for the books about Oz and who
+loved the stories about the gay and happy people inhabiting that favored
+country, were as sorry as their Historian that there would be no more
+books of Oz stories. They wrote many letters asking if the Historian did
+not know of some adventures to write about that had happened before the
+Land of Oz was shut out from all the rest of the world. But he did not
+know of any. Finally one of the children inquired why we couldn't hear
+from Princess Dorothy by wireless telegraph, which would enable her to
+communicate to the Historian whatever happened in the far-off Land of Oz
+without his seeing her, or even knowing just where Oz is.</p>
+
+<p>That seemed a good idea; so the Historian rigged up a high tower in his
+back yard, and took lessons in wireless telegraphy until he understood
+it, and then began to call &quot;Princess Dorothy of Oz&quot; by sending messages
+into the air.</p>
+
+<p>Now, it wasn't likely that Dorothy would be looking for wireless
+messages or would heed the call; but one thing the Historian was sure
+of, and that was that the powerful Sorceress, Glinda, would know what he
+was doing and that he desired to communicate with Dorothy. For Glinda
+has a big book in which is recorded every event that takes place
+anywhere in the world, just the moment that it happens, and so of course
+the book would tell her about the wireless message.</p>
+
+<p>And that was the way Dorothy heard that the Historian wanted to speak
+with her, and there was a Shaggy Man in the Land of Oz who knew how to
+telegraph a wireless reply. The result was that the Historian begged so
+hard to be told the latest news of Oz, so that he could write it down
+for the children to read, that Dorothy asked permission of Ozma and Ozma
+graciously consented.</p>
+
+<p>That is why, after two long years of waiting, another Oz story is now
+presented to the children of America. This would not have been possible
+had not some clever man invented the &quot;wireless&quot; and an equally clever
+child suggested the idea of reaching the mysterious Land of Oz by its
+means.</p>
+
+<p>L. Frank Baum.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;OZCOT&quot;
+at Hollywood
+in California</p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h1><a name="Contents">Contents</a>&nbsp;</h1>
+<div class="ctr">
+	<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+		<tr><td>CHAPTER</td><td></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">1&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_One"> Ojo and Unc Nunkie</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">2&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Two"> The Crooked Magician</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">3&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Three"> The Patchwork Girl</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">4&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Four"> The Glass Cat</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">5&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Five"> A Terrible Accident</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">6&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Six"> The Journey</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">7&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Seven"> The Troublesome Phonograph</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">8&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Eight"> The Foolish Owl and the Wise Donkey</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">9&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Nine"> They Meet the Woozy</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">10&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Ten"> Shaggy Man to the Rescue</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">11&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Eleven"> A Good Friend</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">12&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twelve"> The Giant Porcupine</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">13&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Thirteen"> Scraps and the Scarecrow</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">14&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Fourteen"> Ojo Breaks the Law</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">15&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Fifteen"> Ozma's Prisoner</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">16&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Sixteen"> Princess Dorothy</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">17&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Seventeen"> Ozma and Her Friends</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">18&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Eighteen"> Ojo is Forgiven</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">19&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Nineteen"> Trouble with the Tottenhots</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">20&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty"> The Captive Yoop</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">21&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty_One"> Hip Hopper the Champion</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">22&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty_Two"> The Joking Horners</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">23&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty_Three"> Peace is Declared</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">24&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty_Four"> Ojo Finds the Dark Well</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">25&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty_Five"> They Bribe the Lazy Quadling</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">26&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty_Six"> The Trick River</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">27&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty_Seven"> The Tin Woodman Objects</a></td></tr>
+		<tr><td align="right">28&nbsp;</td><td> <a href="#Chapter_Twenty_Eight"> The Wonderful Wizard of Oz</a></td></tr>
+	</table>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h1><a name="The_Patchwork_Girl_of_Oz" id="The_Patchwork_Girl_of_Oz" />The Patchwork Girl of Oz</h1>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_One" id="Chapter_One" />Chapter One</h2>
+
+<h3>Ojo and Unc Nunkie</h3>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Where's the butter, Unc Nunkie?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>Unc looked out of the window and stroked his long beard. Then he turned
+to the Munchkin boy and shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Isn't,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Isn't any butter? That's too bad, Unc. Where's the jam then?&quot; inquired
+Ojo, standing on a stool so he could look through all the shelves of the
+cupboard. But Unc Nunkie shook his head again.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Gone,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No jam, either? And no cake&mdash;no jelly&mdash;no apples&mdash;nothing but bread?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All,&quot; said Unc, again stroking his beard as he gazed from the window.</p>
+
+<p>The little boy brought the stool and sat beside his uncle, munching the
+dry bread slowly and seeming in deep thought.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Nothing grows in our yard but the bread tree,&quot; he mused, &quot;and there are
+only two more loaves on that tree; and they're not ripe yet. Tell me,
+Unc; why are we so poor?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The old Munchkin turned and looked at Ojo. He had kindly eyes, but he
+hadn't smiled or laughed in so long that the boy had forgotten that Unc
+Nunkie could look any other way than solemn. And Unc never spoke any
+more words than he was obliged to, so his little nephew, who lived alone
+with him, had learned to understand a great deal from one word.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why are we so poor, Unc?&quot; repeated the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not,&quot; said the old Munchkin.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think we are,&quot; declared Ojo. &quot;What have we got?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;House,&quot; said Unc Nunkie.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know; but everyone in the Land of Oz has a place to live. What else,
+Unc?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Bread.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm eating the last loaf that's ripe. There; I've put aside your share,
+Unc. It's on the table, so you can eat it when you get hungry. But when
+that is gone, what shall we eat, Unc?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The old man shifted in his chair but merely shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course,&quot; said Ojo, who was obliged to talk because his uncle would
+not, &quot;no one starves in the Land of Oz, either. There is plenty for
+everyone, you know; only, if it isn't just where you happen to be, you
+must go where it is.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The aged Munchkin wriggled again and stared at his small nephew as if
+disturbed by his argument.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;By to-morrow morning,&quot; the boy went on, &quot;we must go where there is
+something to eat, or we shall grow very hungry and become very unhappy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Where?&quot; asked Unc.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Where shall we go? I don't know, I'm sure,&quot; replied Ojo. &quot;But you must
+know, Unc. You must have traveled, in your time, because you're so old.
+I don't remember it, because ever since I could remember anything we've
+lived right here in this lonesome, round house, with a little garden
+back of it and the thick woods all around. All I've ever seen of the
+great Land of Oz, Unc dear, is the view of that mountain over at the
+south, where they say the Hammerheads live&mdash;who won't let anybody go by
+them&mdash;and that mountain at the north, where they say nobody lives.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;One,&quot; declared Unc, correcting him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, yes; one family lives there, I've heard. That's the Crooked
+Magician, who is named Dr. Pipt, and his wife Margolotte. One year you
+told me about them; I think it took you a whole year, Unc, to say as
+much as I've just said about the Crooked Magician and his wife. They
+live high up on the mountain, and the good Munchkin Country, where the
+fruits and flowers grow, is just the other side. It's funny you and I
+should live here all alone, in the middle of the forest, isn't it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said Unc.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then let's go away and visit the Munchkin Country and its jolly,
+good-natured people. I'd love to get a sight of something besides woods,
+Unc Nunkie.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Too little,&quot; said Unc.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, I'm not so little as I used to be,&quot; answered the boy earnestly. &quot;I
+think I can walk as far and as fast through the woods as you can, Unc.
+And now that nothing grows in our back yard that is good to eat, we must
+go where there is food.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Unc Nunkie made no reply for a time. Then he shut down the window and
+turned his chair to face the room, for the sun was sinking behind the
+tree-tops and it was growing cool.</p>
+
+<p>By and by Ojo lighted the fire and the logs blazed freely in the broad
+fireplace. The two sat in the firelight a long time&mdash;the old,
+white-bearded Munchkin and the little boy. Both were thinking. When it
+grew quite dark outside, Ojo said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Eat your bread, Unc, and then we will go to bed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But Unc Nunkie did not eat the bread; neither did he go directly to bed.
+Long after his little nephew was sound asleep in the corner of the room
+the old man sat by the fire, thinking.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Two" id="Chapter_Two" />Chapter Two</h2>
+
+<h3>The Crooked Magician</h3>
+
+
+<p>Just at dawn next morning Unc Nunkie laid his hand tenderly on Ojo's
+head and awakened him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Come,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo dressed. He wore blue silk stockings, blue knee pants with gold
+buckles, a blue ruffled waist and a jacket of bright blue braided with
+gold. His shoes were of blue leather and turned up at the toes, which
+were pointed. His hat had a peaked crown and a flat brim, and around the
+brim was a row of tiny golden bells that tinkled when he moved. This was
+the native costume of those who inhabited the Munchkin Country of the
+Land of Oz, so Unc Nunkie's dress was much like that of his nephew.
+Instead of shoes, the old man wore boots with turnover tops and his blue
+coat had wide cuffs of gold braid.</p>
+
+<p>The boy noticed that his uncle had not eaten the bread, and supposed the
+old man had not been hungry. Ojo was hungry, though; so he divided the
+piece of bread upon the table and ate his half for breakfast, washing it
+down with fresh, cool water from the brook. Unc put the other piece of
+bread in his jacket pocket, after which he again said, as he walked out
+through the doorway: &quot;Come.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was well pleased. He was dreadfully tired of living all alone in the
+woods and wanted to travel and see people. For a long time he had wished
+to explore the beautiful Land of Oz in which they lived. When they were
+outside, Unc simply latched the door and started up the path. No one
+would disturb their little house, even if anyone came so far into the
+thick forest while they were gone.</p>
+
+<p>At the foot of the mountain that separated the Country of the Munchkins
+from the Country of the Gillikins, the path divided. One way led to the
+left and the other to the right&mdash;straight up the mountain. Unc Nunkie
+took this right-hand path and Ojo followed without asking why. He knew
+it would take them to the house of the Crooked Magician, whom he had
+never seen but who was their nearest neighbor.</p>
+
+<p>All the morning they trudged up the mountain path and at noon Unc and
+Ojo sat on a fallen tree-trunk and ate the last of the bread which the
+old Munchkin had placed in his pocket. Then they started on again and
+two hours later came in sight of the house of Dr. Pipt.</p>
+
+<p>It was a big house, round, as were all the Munchkin houses, and painted
+blue, which is the distinctive color of the Munchkin Country of Oz.
+There was a pretty garden around the house, where blue trees and blue
+flowers grew in abundance and in one place were beds of blue cabbages,
+blue carrots and blue lettuce, all of which were delicious to eat. In
+Dr. Pipt's garden grew bun-trees, cake-trees, cream-puff bushes, blue
+buttercups which yielded excellent blue butter and a row of
+chocolate-caramel plants. Paths of blue gravel divided the vegetable and
+flower beds and a wider path led up to the front door. The place was in
+a clearing on the mountain, but a little way off was the grim forest,
+which completely surrounded it.</p>
+
+<p>Unc knocked at the door of the house and a chubby, pleasant-faced woman,
+dressed all in blue, opened it and greeted the visitors with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah,&quot; said Ojo; &quot;you must be Dame Margolotte, the good wife of Dr.
+Pipt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am, my dear, and all strangers are welcome to my home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;May we see the famous Magician, Madam?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He is very busy just now,&quot; she said, shaking her head doubtfully. &quot;But
+come in and let me give you something to eat, for you must have traveled
+far in order to get our lonely place.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We have,&quot; replied Ojo, as he and Unc entered the house. &quot;We have come
+from a far lonelier place than this.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A lonelier place! And in the Munchkin Country?&quot; she exclaimed. &quot;Then it
+must be somewhere in the Blue Forest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is, good Dame Margolotte.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dear me!&quot; she said, looking at the man, &quot;you must be Unc Nunkie, known
+as the Silent One.&quot; Then she looked at the boy. &quot;And you must be Ojo the
+Unlucky,&quot; she added.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said Unc.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I never knew I was called the Unlucky,&quot; said Ojo, soberly; &quot;but it is
+really a good name for me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well,&quot; remarked the woman, as she bustled around the room and set the
+table and brought food from the cupboard, &quot;you were unlucky to live all
+alone in that dismal forest, which is much worse than the forest around
+here; but perhaps your luck will change, now you are away from it. If,
+during your travels, you can manage to lose that 'Un' at the beginning
+of your name 'Unlucky,' you will then become Ojo the Lucky, which will
+be a great improvement.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How can I lose that 'Un,' Dame Margolotte?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I do not know how, but you must keep the matter in mind and perhaps the
+chance will come to you,&quot; she replied.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo had never eaten such a fine meal in all his life. There was a savory
+stew, smoking hot, a dish of blue peas, a bowl of sweet milk of a
+delicate blue tint and a blue pudding with blue plums in it. When the
+visitors had eaten heartily of this fare the woman said to them:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do you wish to see Dr. Pipt on business or for pleasure?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Unc shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We are traveling,&quot; replied Ojo, &quot;and we stopped at your house just to
+rest and refresh ourselves. I do not think Unc Nunkie cares very much to
+see the famous Crooked Magician; but for my part I am curious to look at
+such a great man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The woman seemed thoughtful.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I remember that Unc Nunkie and my husband used to be friends, many
+years ago,&quot; she said, &quot;so perhaps they will be glad to meet again. The
+Magician is very busy, as I said, but if you will promise not to disturb
+him you may come into his workshop and watch him prepare a wonderful
+charm.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you,&quot; replied the boy, much pleased. &quot;I would like to do that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>She led the way to a great domed hall at the back of the house, which
+was the Magician's workshop. There was a row of windows extending nearly
+around the sides of the circular room, which rendered the place very
+light, and there was a back door in addition to the one leading to the
+front part of the house. Before the row of windows a broad seat was
+built and there were some chairs and benches in the room besides. At one
+end stood a great fireplace, in which a blue log was blazing with a blue
+flame, and over the fire hung four kettles in a row, all bubbling and
+steaming at a great rate. The Magician was stirring all four of these
+kettles at the same time, two with his hands and two with his feet, to
+the latter, wooden ladles being strapped, for this man was so very
+crooked that his legs were as handy as his arms.</p>
+
+<p>Unc Nunkie came forward to greet his old friend, but not being able to
+shake either his hands or his feet, which were all occupied in stirring,
+he patted the Magician's bald head and asked: &quot;What?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah, it's the Silent One,&quot; remarked Dr. Pipt, without looking up, &quot;and
+he wants to know what I'm making. Well, when it is quite finished this
+compound will be the wonderful Powder of Life, which no one knows how to
+make but myself. Whenever it is sprinkled on anything, that thing will
+at once come to life, no matter what it is. It takes me several years to
+make this magic Powder, but at this moment I am pleased to say it is
+nearly done. You see, I am making it for my good wife Margolotte, who
+wants to use some of it for a purpose of her own. Sit down and make
+yourself comfortable, Unc Nunkie, and after I've finished my task I will
+talk to you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You must know,&quot; said Margolottte, when they were all seated together on
+the broad window-seat, &quot;that my husband foolishly gave away all the
+Powder of Life he first made to old Mombi the Witch, who used to live in
+the Country of the Gillikins, to the north of here. Mombi gave to Dr.
+Pipt a Powder of Perpetual Youth in exchange for his Powder of Life, but
+she cheated him wickedly, for the Powder of Youth was no good and could
+work no magic at all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Perhaps the Powder of Life couldn't either,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; it is perfection,&quot; she declared. &quot;The first lot we tested on our
+Glass Cat, which not only began to live but has lived ever since. She's
+somewhere around the house now.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A Glass Cat!&quot; exclaimed Ojo, astonished.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; she makes a very pleasant companion, but admires herself a little
+more than is considered modest, and she positively refuses to catch
+mice,&quot; explained Margolotte. &quot;My husband made the cat some pink brains,
+but they proved to be too high-bred and particular for a cat, so she
+thinks it is undignified in her to catch mice. Also she has a pretty
+blood-red heart, but it is made of stone&mdash;a ruby, I think&mdash;and so is
+rather hard and unfeeling. I think the next Glass Cat the Magician makes
+will have neither brains nor heart, for then it will not object to
+catching mice and may prove of some use to us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What did old Mombi the Witch do with the Powder of Life your husband
+gave her?&quot; asked the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;She brought Jack Pumpkinhead to life, for one thing,&quot; was the reply. &quot;I
+suppose you've heard of Jack Pumpkinhead. He is now living near the
+Emerald City and is a great favorite with the Princess Ozma, who rules
+all the Land of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I've never heard of him,&quot; remarked Ojo. &quot;I'm afraid I don't know
+much about the Land of Oz. You see, I've lived all my life with Unc
+Nunkie, the Silent One, and there was no one to tell me anything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is one reason you are Ojo the Unlucky,&quot; said the woman, in a
+sympathetic tone. &quot;The more one knows, the luckier he is, for knowledge
+is the greatest gift in life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But tell me, please, what you intend to do with this new lot of the
+Powder of Life, which Dr. Pipt is making. He said his wife wanted it for
+some especial purpose.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So I do,&quot; she answered. &quot;I want it to bring my Patchwork Girl to life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh! A Patchwork Girl? What is that?&quot; Ojo asked, for this seemed even
+more strange and unusual than a Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think I must show you my Patchwork Girl,&quot; said Margolotte, laughing
+at the boy's astonishment, &quot;for she is rather difficult to explain. But
+first I will tell you that for many years I have longed for a servant to
+help me with the housework and to cook the meals and wash the dishes. No
+servant will come here because the place is so lonely and
+out-of-the-way, so my clever husband, the Crooked Magician, proposed
+that I make a girl out of some sort of material and he would make her
+live by sprinkling over her the Powder of Life. This seemed an excellent
+suggestion and at once Dr. Pipt set to work to make a new batch of his
+magic powder. He has been at it a long, long while, and so I have had
+plenty of time to make the girl. Yet that task was not so easy as you
+may suppose. At first I couldn't think what to make her of, but finally
+in searching through a chest I came across an old patchwork quilt, which
+my grandmother once made when she was young.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What is a patchwork quilt?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A bed-quilt made of patches of different kinds and colors of cloth, all
+neatly sewed together. The patches are of all shapes and sizes, so a
+patchwork quilt is a very pretty and gorgeous thing to look at.
+Sometimes it is called a 'crazy-quilt,' because the patches and colors
+are so mixed up. We never have used my grandmother's many-colored
+patchwork quilt, handsome as it is, for we Munchkins do not care for any
+color other than blue, so it has been packed away in the chest for about
+a hundred years. When I found it, I said to myself that it would do
+nicely for my servant girl, for when she was brought to life she would
+not be proud nor haughty, as the Glass Cat is, for such a dreadful
+mixture of colors would discourage her from trying to be as dignified as
+the blue Munchkins are.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is blue the only respectable color, then?&quot; inquired Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, for a Munchkin. All our country is blue, you know. But in other
+parts of Oz the people favor different colors. At the Emerald City,
+where our Princess Ozma lives, green is the popular color. But all
+Munchkins prefer blue to anything else and when my housework girl is
+brought to life she will find herself to be of so many unpopular colors
+that she'll never dare be rebellious or impudent, as servants are
+sometimes liable to be when they are made the same way their mistresses
+are.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Unc Nunkie nodded approval.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good i-dea,&quot; he said; and that was a long speech for Unc Nunkie because
+it was two words.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So I cut up the quilt,&quot; continued Margolotte, &quot;and made from it a very
+well-shaped girl, which I stuffed with cotton-wadding. I will show you
+what a good job I did,&quot; and she went to a tall cupboard and threw open
+the doors.</p>
+
+<p>Then back she came, lugging in her arms the Patchwork Girl, which she
+set upon the bench and propped up so that the figure would not tumble
+over.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Three" id="Chapter_Three" />Chapter Three</h2>
+
+<h3>The Patchwork Girl</h3>
+
+
+<p>Ojo examined this curious contrivance with wonder. The Patchwork Girl
+was taller than he, when she stood upright, and her body was plump and
+rounded because it had been so neatly stuffed with cotton. Margolotte
+had first made the girl's form from the patchwork quilt and then she had
+dressed it with a patchwork skirt and an apron with pockets in it&mdash;using
+the same gay material throughout. Upon the feet she had sewn a pair of
+red leather shoes with pointed toes. All the fingers and thumbs of the
+girl's hands had been carefully formed and stuffed and stitched at the
+edges, with gold plates at the ends to serve as finger-nails.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;She will have to work, when she comes to life,&quot; said Marglotte.</p>
+
+<p>The head of the Patchwork Girl was the most curious part of her. While
+she waited for her husband to finish making his Powder of Life the woman
+had found ample time to complete the head as her fancy dictated, and she
+realized that a good servant's head must be properly constructed. The
+hair was of brown yarn and hung down on her neck in several neat braids.
+Her eyes were two silver suspender-buttons cut from a pair of the
+Magician's old trousers, and they were sewed on with black threads,
+which formed the pupils of the eyes. Margolotte had puzzled over the
+ears for some time, for these were important if the servant was to hear
+distinctly, but finally she had made them out of thin plates of gold and
+attached them in place by means of stitches through tiny holes bored in
+the metal. Gold is the most common metal in the Land of Oz and is used
+for many purposes because it is soft and pliable.</p>
+
+<p>The woman had cut a slit for the Patchwork Girl's mouth and sewn two
+rows of white pearls in it for teeth, using a strip of scarlet plush for
+a tongue. This mouth Ojo considered very artistic and lifelike, and
+Margolotte was pleased when the boy praised it. There were almost too
+many patches on the face of the girl for her to be considered strictly
+beautiful, for one cheek was yellow and the other red, her chin blue,
+her forehead purple and the center, where her nose had been formed and
+padded, a bright yellow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You ought to have had her face all pink,&quot; suggested the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I suppose so; but I had no pink cloth,&quot; replied the woman. &quot;Still, I
+cannot see as it matters much, for I wish my Patchwork Girl to be useful
+rather than ornamental. If I get tired looking at her patched face I can
+whitewash it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Has she any brains?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I forgot all about the brains!&quot; exclaimed the woman. &quot;I am glad you
+reminded me of them, for it is not too late to supply them, by any
+means. Until she is brought to life I can do anything I please with this
+girl. But I must be careful not to give her too much brains, and those
+she has must be such as are fitted to the station she is to occupy in
+life. In other words, her brains mustn't be very good.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wrong,&quot; said Unc Nunkie.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I am sure I am right about that,&quot; returned the woman.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He means,&quot; explained Ojo, &quot;that unless your servant has good brains she
+won't know how to obey you properly, nor do the things you ask her to
+do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, that may be true,&quot; agreed Margolotte; &quot;but, on the contrary, a
+servant with too much brains is sure to become independent and
+high-and-mighty and feel above her work. This is a very delicate task,
+as I said, and I must take care to give the girl just the right quantity
+of the right sort of brains. I want her to know just enough, but not too
+much.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>With this she went to another cupboard which was filled with shelves.
+All the shelves were lined with blue glass bottles, neatly labeled by
+the Magician to show what they contained. One whole shelf was marked:
+&quot;Brain Furniture,&quot; and the bottles on this shelf were labeled as
+follows: &quot;Obedience,&quot; &quot;Cleverness,&quot; &quot;Judgment,&quot; &quot;Courage,&quot; &quot;Ingenuity,&quot;
+&quot;Amiability,&quot; &quot;Learning,&quot; &quot;Truth,&quot; &quot;Poesy,&quot; &quot;Self Reliance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let me see,&quot; said Margolotte; &quot;of those qualities she must have
+'Obedience' first of all,&quot; and she took down the bottle bearing that
+label and poured from it upon a dish several grains of the contents.
+&quot;'Amiability' is also good and 'Truth.'&quot; She poured into the dish a
+quantity from each of these bottles. &quot;I think that will do,&quot; she
+continued, &quot;for the other qualities are not needed in a servant.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Unc Nunkie, who with Ojo stood beside her, touched the bottle marked
+&quot;Cleverness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Little,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A little 'Cleverness'? Well, perhaps you are right, sir,&quot; said she, and
+was about to take down the bottle when the Crooked Magician suddenly
+called to her excitedly from the fireplace.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Quick, Margolotte! Come and help me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>She ran to her husband's side at once and helped him lift the four
+kettles from the fire. Their contents had all boiled away, leaving in
+the bottom of each kettle a few grains of fine white powder. Very
+carefully the Magician removed this powder, placing it all together in a
+golden dish, where he mixed it with a golden spoon. When the mixture was
+complete there was scarcely a handful, all told.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That,&quot; said Dr. Pipt, in a pleased and triumphant tone, &quot;is the
+wonderful Powder of Life, which I alone in the world know how to make.
+It has taken me nearly six years to prepare these precious grains of
+dust, but the little heap on that dish is worth the price of a kingdom
+and many a king would give all he has to possess it. When it has become
+cooled I will place it in a small bottle; but meantime I must watch it
+carefully, lest a gust of wind blow it away or scatter it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Unc Nunkie, Margolotte and the Magician all stood looking at the
+marvelous Powder, but Ojo was more interested just then in the Patchwork
+Girl's brains. Thinking it both unfair and unkind to deprive her of any
+good qualities that were handy, the boy took down every bottle on the
+shelf and poured some of the contents in Margolotte's dish. No one saw
+him do this, for all were looking at the Powder of Life; but soon the
+woman remembered what she had been doing, and came back to the cupboard.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let's see,&quot; she remarked; &quot;I was about to give my girl a little
+'Cleverness,' which is the Doctor's substitute for 'Intelligence'&mdash;a
+quality he has not yet learned how to manufacture.&quot; Taking down the
+bottle of &quot;Cleverness&quot; she added some of the powder to the heap on the
+dish. Ojo became a bit uneasy at this, for he had already put quite a
+lot of the &quot;Cleverness&quot; powder in the dish; but he dared not interfere
+and so he comforted himself with the thought that one cannot have too
+much cleverness.</p>
+
+<p>Margolotte now carried the dish of brains to the bench. Ripping the seam
+of the patch on the girl's forehead, she placed the powder within the
+head and then sewed up the seam as neatly and securely as before.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;My girl is all ready for your Powder of Life, my dear,&quot; she said to her
+husband. But the Magician replied:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This powder must not be used before to-morrow morning; but I think it
+is now cool enough to be bottled.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He selected a small gold bottle with a pepper-box top, so that the
+powder might be sprinkled on any object through the small holes. Very
+carefully he placed the Powder of Life in the gold bottle and then
+locked it up in a drawer of his cabinet.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;At last,&quot; said he, rubbing his hands together gleefully, &quot;I have ample
+leisure for a good talk with my old friend Unc Nunkie. So let us sit
+down cosily and enjoy ourselves. After stirring those four kettles for
+six years I am glad to have a little rest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You will have to do most of the talking,&quot; said Ojo, &quot;for Unc is called
+the Silent One and uses few words.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know; but that renders your uncle a most agreeable companion and
+gossip,&quot; declared Dr. Pipt. &quot;Most people talk too much, so it is a
+relief to find one who talks too little.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo looked at the Magician with much awe and curiosity.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't you find it very annoying to be so crooked?&quot; he asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I am quite proud of my person,&quot; was the reply. &quot;I suppose I am the
+only Crooked Magician in all the world. Some others are accused of being
+crooked, but I am the only genuine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He was really very crooked and Ojo wondered how he managed to do so many
+things with such a twisted body. When he sat down upon a crooked chair
+that had been made to fit him, one knee was under his chin and the other
+near the small of his back; but he was a cheerful man and his face bore
+a pleasant and agreeable expression.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am not allowed to perform magic, except for my own amusement,&quot; he
+told his visitors, as he lighted a pipe with a crooked stem and began to
+smoke. &quot;Too many people were working magic in the Land of Oz, and so our
+lovely Princess Ozma put a stop to it. I think she was quite right.
+There were several wicked Witches who caused a lot of trouble; but now
+they are all out of business and only the great Sorceress, Glinda the
+Good, is permitted to practice her arts, which never harm anybody. The
+Wizard of Oz, who used to be a humbug and knew no magic at all, has been
+taking lessons of Glinda, and I'm told he is getting to be a pretty good
+Wizard; but he is merely the assistant of the great Sorceress. I've the
+right to make a servant girl for my wife, you know, or a Glass Cat to
+catch our mice&mdash;which she refuses to do&mdash;but I am forbidden to work
+magic for others, or to use it as a profession.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Magic must be a very interesting study,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It truly is,&quot; asserted the Magician. &quot;In my time I've performed some
+magical feats that were worthy of the skill of Glinda the Good. For
+instance, there's the Powder of Life, and my Liquid of Petrifaction,
+which is contained in that bottle on the shelf yonder&mdash;over the window.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What does the Liquid of Petrifaction do?&quot; inquired the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Turns everything it touches to solid marble. It's an invention of my
+own, and I find it very useful. Once two of those dreadful Kalidahs,
+with bodies like bears and heads like tigers, came here from the forest
+to attack us; but I sprinkled some of that Liquid on them and instantly
+they turned to marble. I now use them as ornamental statuary in my
+garden. This table looks to you like wood, and once it really was wood;
+but I sprinkled a few drops of the Liquid of Petrifaction on it and now
+it is marble. It will never break nor wear out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Fine!&quot; said Unc Nunkie, wagging his head and stroking his long gray
+beard.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dear me; what a chatterbox you're getting to be, Unc,&quot; remarked the
+Magician, who was pleased with the compliment. But just then there came
+a scratching at the back door and a shrill voice cried:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let me in! Hurry up, can't you? Let me in!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Margolotte got up and went to the door.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ask like a good cat, then,&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Mee-ee-ow-w-w! There; does that suit your royal highness?&quot; asked the
+voice, in scornful accents.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; that's proper cat talk,&quot; declared the woman, and opened the door.</p>
+
+<p>At once a cat entered, came to the center of the room and stopped short
+at the sight of strangers. Ojo and Unc Nunkie both stared at it with
+wide open eyes, for surely no such curious creature had ever existed
+before&mdash;even in the Land of Oz.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Four" id="Chapter_Four" />Chapter Four</h2>
+
+<h3>The Glass Cat</h3>
+
+
+<p>The cat was made of glass, so clear and transparent that you could see
+through it as easily as through a window. In the top of its head,
+however, was a mass of delicate pink balls which looked like jewels, and
+it had a heart made of a blood-red ruby. The eyes were two large
+emeralds, but aside from these colors all the rest of the animal was
+clear glass, and it had a spun-glass tail that was really beautiful.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, Doc Pipt, do you mean to introduce us, or not?&quot; demanded the cat,
+in a tone of annoyance. &quot;Seems to me you are forgetting your manners.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Excuse me,&quot; returned the Magician. &quot;This is Unc Nunkie, the descendant
+of the former kings of the Munchkins, before this country became a part
+of the Land of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He needs a haircut,&quot; observed the cat, washing its face.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;True,&quot; replied Unc, with a low chuckle of amusement.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But he has lived alone in the heart of the forest for many years,&quot; the
+Magician explained; &quot;and, although that is a barbarous country, there
+are no barbers there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who is the dwarf?&quot; asked the cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is not a dwarf, but a boy,&quot; answered the Magician. &quot;You have never
+seen a boy before. He is now small because he is young. With more years
+he will grow big and become as tall as Unc Nunkie.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh. Is that magic?&quot; the glass animal inquired.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; but it is Nature's magic, which is more wonderful than any art
+known to man. For instance, my magic made you, and made you live; and it
+was a poor job because you are useless and a bother to me; but I can't
+make you grow. You will always be the same size&mdash;and the same saucy,
+inconsiderate Glass Cat, with pink brains and a hard ruby heart.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No one can regret more than I the fact that you made me,&quot; asserted the
+cat, crouching upon the floor and slowly swaying its spun-glass tail
+from side to side. &quot;Your world is a very uninteresting place. I've
+wandered through your gardens and in the forest until I'm tired of it
+all, and when I come into the house the conversation of your fat wife
+and of yourself bores me dreadfully.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is because I gave you different brains from those we ourselves
+possess&mdash;and much too good for a cat,&quot; returned Dr. Pipt.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't you take 'em out, then, and replace 'em with pebbles, so that I
+won't feel above my station in life?&quot; asked the cat, pleadingly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Perhaps so. I'll try it, after I've brought the Patchwork Girl to
+life,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p>The cat walked up to the bench on which the Patchwork Girl reclined and
+looked at her attentively.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Are you going to make that dreadful thing live?&quot; she asked.</p>
+
+<p>The Magician nodded.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is intended to be my wife's servant maid,&quot; he said. &quot;When she is
+alive she will do all our work and mind the house. But you are not to
+order her around, Bungle, as you do us. You must treat the Patchwork
+Girl respectfully.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I won't. I couldn't respect such a bundle of scraps under any
+circumstances.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If you don't, there will be more scraps than you will like,&quot; cried
+Margolotte, angrily.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why didn't you make her pretty to look at?&quot; asked the cat. &quot;You made me
+pretty&mdash;very pretty, indeed&mdash;and I love to watch my pink brains roll
+around when they're working, and to see my precious red heart beat.&quot; She
+went to a long mirror, as she said this, and stood before it, looking at
+herself with an air of much pride. &quot;But that poor patched thing will
+hate herself, when she's once alive,&quot; continued the cat. &quot;If I were you
+I'd use her for a mop, and make another servant that is prettier.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You have a perverted taste,&quot; snapped Margolotte, much annoyed at this
+frank criticism. &quot;I think the Patchwork Girl is beautiful, considering
+what she's made of. Even the rainbow hasn't as many colors, and you must
+admit that the rainbow is a pretty thing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Glass Cat yawned and stretched herself upon the floor.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Have your own way,&quot; she said. &quot;I'm sorry for the Patchwork Girl, that's
+all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo and Unc Nunkie slept that night in the Magician's house, and the boy
+was glad to stay because he was anxious to see the Patchwork Girl
+brought to life. The Glass Cat was also a wonderful creature to little
+Ojo, who had never seen or known anything of magic before, although he
+had lived in the Fairyland of Oz ever since he was born. Back there in
+the woods nothing unusual ever happened. Unc Nunkie, who might have been
+King of the Munchkins, had not his people united with all the other
+countries of Oz in acknowledging Ozma as their sole ruler, had retired
+into this forgotten forest nook with his baby nephew and they had lived
+all alone there. Only that the neglected garden had failed to grow food
+for them, they would always have lived in the solitary Blue Forest; but
+now they had started out to mingle with other people, and the first
+place they came to proved so interesting that Ojo could scarcely sleep a
+wink all night.</p>
+
+<p>Margolotte was an excellent cook and gave them a fine breakfast. While
+they were all engaged in eating, the good woman said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is the last meal I shall have to cook for some time, for right
+after breakfast Dr. Pipt has promised to bring my new servant to life. I
+shall let her wash the breakfast dishes and sweep and dust the house.
+What a relief it will be!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It will, indeed, relieve you of much drudgery,&quot; said the Magician. &quot;By
+the way, Margolotte, I thought I saw you getting some brains from the
+cupboard, while I was busy with my kettles. What qualities have you
+given your new servant?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Only those that an humble servant requires,&quot; she answered. &quot;I do not
+wish her to feel above her station, as the Glass Cat does. That would
+make her discontented and unhappy, for of course she must always be a
+servant.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was somewhat disturbed as he listened to this, and the boy began to
+fear he had done wrong in adding all those different qualities of brains
+to the lot Margolotte had prepared for the servant. But it was too late
+now for regret, since all the brains were securely sewn up inside the
+Patchwork Girl's head. He might have confessed what he had done and thus
+allowed Margolotte and her husband to change the brains; but he was
+afraid of incurring their anger. He believed that Unc had seen him add
+to the brains, and Unc had not said a word against it; but then, Unc
+never did say anything unless it was absolutely necessary.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as breakfast was over they all went into the Magician's big
+workshop, where the Glass Cat was lying before the mirror and the
+Patchwork Girl lay limp and lifeless upon the bench.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now, then,&quot; said Dr. Pipt, in a brisk tone, &quot;we shall perform one of
+the greatest feats of magic possible to man, even in this marvelous Land
+of Oz. In no other country could it be done at all. I think we ought to
+have a little music while the Patchwork Girl comes to life. It is
+pleasant to reflect that the first sounds her golden ears will hear will
+be delicious music.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke he went to a phonograph, which screwed fast to a small
+table, and wound up the spring of the instrument and adjusted the big
+gold horn.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The music my servant will usually hear,&quot; remarked Margolotte, &quot;will be
+my orders to do her work. But I see no harm in allowing her to listen to
+this unseen band while she wakens to her first realization of life. My
+orders will beat the band, afterward.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The phonograph was now playing a stirring march tune and the Magician
+unlocked his cabinet and took out the gold bottle containing the Powder
+of Life.</p>
+
+<p>They all bent over the bench on which the Patchwork Girl reclined. Unc
+Nunkie and Margolotte stood behind, near the windows, Ojo at one side
+and the Magician in front, where he would have freedom to sprinkle the
+powder. The Glass Cat came near, too, curious to watch the important
+scene.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All ready?&quot; asked Dr. Pipt.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All is ready,&quot; answered his wife.</p>
+
+<p>So the Magician leaned over and shook from the bottle some grains of the
+wonderful Powder, and they fell directly on the Patchwork Girl's head
+and arms.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Five" id="Chapter_Five" />Chapter Five</h2>
+
+<h3>A Terrible Accident</h3>
+
+
+<p>&quot;It will take a few minutes for this powder to do its work,&quot; remarked
+the Magician, sprinkling the body up and down with much care.</p>
+
+<p>But suddenly the Patchwork Girl threw up one arm, which knocked the
+bottle of powder from the crooked man's hand and sent it flying across
+the room. Unc Nunkie and Margolotte were so startled that they both
+leaped backward and bumped together, and Unc's head joggled the shelf
+above them and upset the bottle containing the Liquid of Petrifaction.</p>
+
+<p>The Magician uttered such a wild cry that Ojo jumped away and the
+Patchwork Girl sprang after him and clasped her stuffed arms around him
+in terror. The Glass Cat snarled and hid under the table, and so it was
+that when the powerful Liquid of Petrifaction was spilled it fell only
+upon the wife of the Magician and the uncle of Ojo. With these two the
+charm worked promptly. They stood motionless and stiff as marble
+statues, in exactly the positions they were in when the Liquid struck
+them.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo pushed the Patchwork Girl away and ran to Unc Nunkie, filled with a
+terrible fear for the only friend and protector he had ever known. When
+he grasped Unc's hand it was cold and hard. Even the long gray beard was
+solid marble. The Crooked Magician was dancing around the room in a
+frenzy of despair, calling upon his wife to forgive him, to speak to
+him, to come to life again!</p>
+
+<p>The Patchwork Girl, quickly recovering from her fright, now came nearer
+and looked from one to another of the people with deep interest. Then
+she looked at herself and laughed. Noticing the mirror, she stood before
+it and examined her extraordinary features with amazement&mdash;her button
+eyes, pearl bead teeth and puffy nose. Then, addressing her reflection
+in the glass, she exclaimed:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Whee, but there's a gaudy dame!<br />
+Makes a paint-box blush with shame.<br />
+Razzle-dazzle, fizzle-fazzle!<br />
+Howdy-do, Miss What's-your-name?&quot;<br /></p>
+
+
+<p>She bowed, and the reflection bowed. Then she laughed again, long and
+merrily, and the Glass Cat crept out from under the table and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't blame you for laughing at yourself. Aren't you horrid?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Horrid?&quot; she replied. &quot;Why, I'm thoroughly delightful. I'm an Original,
+if you please, and therefore incomparable. Of all the comic, absurd,
+rare and amusing creatures the world contains, I must be the supreme
+freak. Who but poor Margolotte could have managed to invent such an
+unreasonable being as I? But I'm glad&mdash;I'm awfully glad!&mdash;that I'm just
+what I am, and nothing else.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Be quiet, will you?&quot; cried the frantic Magician; &quot;be quiet and let me
+think! If I don't think I shall go mad.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Think ahead,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl, seating herself in a chair.
+&quot;Think all you want to. I don't mind.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Gee! but I'm tired playing that tune,&quot; called the phonograph, speaking
+through its horn in a brazen, scratchy voice. &quot;If you don't mind, Pipt,
+old boy, I'll cut it out and take a rest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Magician looked gloomily at the music-machine.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What dreadful luck!&quot; he wailed, despondently. &quot;The Powder of Life must
+have fallen on the phonograph.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He went up to it and found that the gold bottle that contained the
+precious powder had dropped upon the stand and scattered its life-giving
+grains over the machine. The phonograph was very much alive, and began
+dancing a jig with the legs of the table to which it was attached, and
+this dance so annoyed Dr. Pipt that he kicked the thing into a corner
+and pushed a bench against it, to hold it quiet.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You were bad enough before,&quot; said the Magician, resentfully; &quot;but a
+live phonograph is enough to drive every sane person in the Land of Oz
+stark crazy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No insults, please,&quot; answered the phonograph in a surly tone. &quot;You did
+it, my boy; don't blame me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You've bungled everything, Dr. Pipt,&quot; added the Glass Cat,
+contemptuously.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Except me,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl, jumping up to whirl merrily around
+the room.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think,&quot; said Ojo, almost ready to cry through grief over Unc Nunkie's
+sad fate, &quot;it must all be my fault, in some way. I'm called Ojo the
+Unlucky, you know.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's nonsense, kiddie,&quot; retorted the Patchwork Girl cheerfully. &quot;No
+one can be unlucky who has the intelligence to direct his own actions.
+The unlucky ones are those who beg for a chance to think, like poor Dr.
+Pipt here. What's the row about, anyway, Mr. Magic-maker?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Liquid of Petrifaction has accidentally fallen upon my dear wife
+and Unc Nunkie and turned them into marble,&quot; he sadly replied.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, why don't you sprinkle some of that powder on them and bring them
+to life again?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>The Magician gave a jump.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, I hadn't thought of that!&quot; he joyfully cried, and grabbed up the
+golden bottle, with which he ran to Margolotte.</p>
+
+<p>Said the Patchwork Girl:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Higgledy, piggledy, dee&mdash;<br />
+What fools magicians be!<br />
+His head's so thick<br />
+He can't think quick,<br />
+So he takes advice from me.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>Standing upon the bench, for he was so crooked he could not reach the
+top of his wife's head in any other way, Dr. Pipt began shaking the
+bottle. But not a grain of powder came out. He pulled off the cover,
+glanced within, and then threw the bottle from him with a wail of
+despair.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Gone&mdash;gone! Every bit gone,&quot; he cried. &quot;Wasted on that miserable
+phonograph when it might have saved my dear wife!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Then the Magician bowed his head on his crooked arms and began to cry.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was sorry for him. He went up to the sorrowful man and said softly:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You can make more Powder of Life, Dr. Pipt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; but it will take me six years&mdash;six long, weary years of stirring
+four kettles with both feet and both hands,&quot; was the agonized reply.
+&quot;Six years! while poor Margolotte stands watching me as a marble image.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't anything else be done?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>The Magician shook his head. Then he seemed to remember something and
+looked up.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There is one other compound that would destroy the magic spell of the
+Liquid of Petrifaction and restore my wife and Unc Nunkie to life,&quot; said
+he. &quot;It may be hard to find the things I need to make this magic
+compound, but if they were found I could do in an instant what will
+otherwise take six long, weary years of stirring kettles with both hands
+and both feet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right; let's find the things, then,&quot; suggested the Patchwork Girl.
+&quot;That seems a lot more sensible than those stirring times with the
+kettles.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's the idea, Scraps,&quot; said the Glass Cat, approvingly. &quot;I'm glad to
+find you have decent brains. Mine are exceptionally good. You can see
+'em work; they're pink.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Scraps?&quot; repeated the girl. &quot;Did you call me 'Scraps'? Is that my
+name?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I&mdash;I believe my poor wife had intended to name you 'Angeline,'&quot; said
+the Magician.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But I like 'Scraps' best,&quot; she replied with a laugh. &quot;It fits me
+better, for my patchwork is all scraps, and nothing else. Thank you for
+naming me, Miss Cat. Have you any name of your own?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I have a foolish name that Margolotte once gave me, but which is quite
+undignified for one of my importance,&quot; answered the cat. &quot;She called me
+'Bungle.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; sighed the Magician; &quot;you were a sad bungle, taken all in all. I
+was wrong to make you as I did, for a more useless, conceited and
+brittle thing never before existed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm not so brittle as you think,&quot; retorted the cat. &quot;I've been alive a
+good many years, for Dr. Pipt experimented on me with the first magic
+Powder of Life he ever made, and so far I've never broken or cracked or
+chipped any part of me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You seem to have a chip on your shoulder,&quot; laughed the Patchwork Girl,
+and the cat went to the mirror to see.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Tell me,&quot; pleaded Ojo, speaking to the Crooked Magician, &quot;what must we
+find to make the compound that will save Unc Nunkie?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;First,&quot; was the reply, &quot;I must have a six-leaved clover. That can only
+be found in the green country around the Emerald City, and six-leaved
+clovers are very scarce, even there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll find it for you,&quot; promised Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The next thing,&quot; continued the Magician, &quot;is the left wing of a yellow
+butterfly. That color can only be found in the yellow country of the
+Winkies, West of the Emerald City.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll find it,&quot; declared Ojo. &quot;Is that all?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, no; I'll get my Book of Recipes and see what comes next.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Saying this, the Magician unlocked a drawer of his cabinet and drew out
+a small book covered with blue leather. Looking through the pages he
+found the recipe he wanted and said: &quot;I must have a gill of water from a
+dark well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What kind of a well is that, sir?&quot; asked the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;One where the light of day never penetrates. The water must be put in a
+gold bottle and brought to me without any light ever reaching it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll get the water from the dark well,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then I must have three hairs from the tip of a Woozy's tail, and a drop
+of oil from a live man's body.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo looked grave at this.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What is a Woozy, please?&quot; he inquired.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Some sort of an animal. I've never seen one, so I can't describe it,&quot;
+replied the Magician.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If I can find a Woozy, I'll get the hairs from its tail,&quot; said Ojo.
+&quot;But is there ever any oil in a man's body?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Magician looked in the book again, to make sure.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's what the recipe calls for,&quot; he replied, &quot;and of course we must
+get everything that is called for, or the charm won't work. The book
+doesn't say 'blood'; it says 'oil,' and there must be oil somewhere in a
+live man's body or the book wouldn't ask for it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right,&quot; returned Ojo, trying not to feel discouraged; &quot;I'll try to
+find it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Magician looked at the little Munchkin boy in a doubtful way and
+said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All this will mean a long journey for you; perhaps several long
+journeys; for you must search through several of the different countries
+of Oz in order to get the things I need.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know it, sir; but I must do my best to save Unc Nunkie.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And also my poor wife Margolotte. If you save one you will save the
+other, for both stand there together and the same compound will restore
+them both to life. Do the best you can, Ojo, and while you are gone I
+shall begin the six years job of making a new batch of the Powder of
+Life. Then, if you should unluckily fail to secure any one of the things
+needed, I will have lost no time. But if you succeed you must return
+here as quickly as you can, and that will save me much tiresome stirring
+of four kettles with both feet and both hands.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I will start on my journey at once, sir,&quot; said the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And I will go with you,&quot; declared the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, no!&quot; exclaimed the Magician. &quot;You have no right to leave this
+house. You are only a servant and have not been discharged.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Scraps, who had been dancing up and down the room, stopped and looked at
+him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What is a servant?&quot; she asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;One who serves. A&mdash;a sort of slave,&quot; he explained.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Very well,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl, &quot;I'm going to serve you and your
+wife by helping Ojo find the things you need. You need a lot, you know,
+such as are not easily found.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is true,&quot; sighed Dr. Pipt. &quot;I am well aware that Ojo has undertaken
+a serious task.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Scraps laughed, and resuming her dance she said:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Here's a job for a boy of brains:<br />
+A drop of oil from a live man's veins;<br />
+A six-leaved clover; three nice hairs<br />
+From a Woozy's tail, the book declares<br />
+Are needed for the magic spell,<br />
+And water from a pitch-dark well.<br />
+The yellow wing of a butterfly<br />
+To find must Ojo also try,<br />
+And if he gets them without harm,<br />
+Doc Pipt will make the magic charm;<br />
+But if he doesn't get 'em, Unc<br />
+Will always stand a marble chunk.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>The Magician looked at her thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Poor Margolotte must have given you some of the quality of poesy, by
+mistake,&quot; he said. &quot;And, if that is true, I didn't make a very good
+article when I prepared it, or else you got an overdose or an underdose.
+However, I believe I shall let you go with Ojo, for my poor wife will
+not need your services until she is restored to life. Also I think you
+may be able to help the boy, for your head seems to contain some
+thoughts I did not expect to find in it. But be very careful of
+yourself, for you're a souvenir of my dear Margolotte. Try not to get
+ripped, or your stuffing may fall out. One of your eyes seems loose, and
+you may have to sew it on tighter. If you talk too much you'll wear out
+your scarlet plush tongue, which ought to have been hemmed on the edges.
+And remember you belong to me and must return here as soon as your
+mission is accomplished.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm going with Scraps and Ojo,&quot; announced the Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You can't,&quot; said the Magician.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You'd get broken in no time, and you couldn't be a bit of use to the
+boy and the Patchwork Girl.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I beg to differ with you,&quot; returned the cat, in a haughty tone. &quot;Three
+heads are better than two, and my pink brains are beautiful. You can see
+'em work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, go along,&quot; said the Magician, irritably. &quot;You're only an
+annoyance, anyhow, and I'm glad to get rid of you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you for nothing, then,&quot; answered the cat, stiffly.</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Pipt took a small basket from a cupboard and packed several things
+in it. Then he handed it to Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Here is some food and a bundle of charms,&quot; he said. &quot;It is all I can
+give you, but I am sure you will find friends on your journey who will
+assist you in your search. Take care of the Patchwork Girl and bring her
+safely back, for she ought to prove useful to my wife. As for the Glass
+Cat&mdash;properly named Bungle&mdash;if she bothers you I now give you my
+permission to break her in two, for she is not respectful and does not
+obey me. I made a mistake in giving her the pink brains, you see.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Then Ojo went to Unc Nunkie and kissed the old man's marble face very
+tenderly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm going to try to save you, Unc,&quot; he said, just as if the marble
+image could hear him; and then he shook the crooked hand of the Crooked
+Magician, who was already busy hanging the four kettles in the
+fireplace, and picking up his basket left the house.</p>
+
+<p>The Patchwork Girl followed him, and after them came the Glass Cat.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Six" id="Chapter_Six" />Chapter Six</h2>
+
+<h3>The Journey</h3>
+
+
+<p>Ojo had never traveled before and so he only knew that the path down the
+mountainside led into the open Munchkin Country, where large numbers of
+people dwelt. Scraps was quite new and not supposed to know anything of
+the Land of Oz, while the Glass Cat admitted she had never wandered very
+far away from the Magician's house. There was only one path before them,
+at the beginning, so they could not miss their way, and for a time they
+walked through the thick forest in silent thought, each one impressed
+with the importance of the adventure they had undertaken.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly the Patchwork Girl laughed. It was funny to see her laugh,
+because her cheeks wrinkled up, her nose tipped, her silver button eyes
+twinkled and her mouth curled at the corners in a comical way.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Has something pleased you?&quot; asked Ojo, who was feeling solemn and
+joyless through thinking upon his uncle's sad fate.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; she answered. &quot;Your world pleases me, for it's a queer world, and
+life in it is queerer still. Here am I, made from an old bedquilt and
+intended to be a slave to Margolotte, rendered free as air by an
+accident that none of you could foresee. I am enjoying life and seeing
+the world, while the woman who made me is standing helpless as a block
+of wood. If that isn't funny enough to laugh at, I don't know what is.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You're not seeing much of the world yet, my poor, innocent Scraps,&quot;
+remarked the Cat. &quot;The world doesn't consist wholly of the trees that
+are on all sides of us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But they're part of it; and aren't they pretty trees?&quot; returned Scraps,
+bobbing her head until her brown yarn curls fluttered in the breeze.
+&quot;Growing between them I can see lovely ferns and wild-flowers, and soft
+green mosses. If the rest of your world is half as beautiful I shall be
+glad I'm alive.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't know what the rest of the world is like, I'm sure,&quot; said the
+cat; &quot;but I mean to find out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I have never been out of the forest,&quot; Ojo added; &quot;but to me the trees
+are gloomy and sad and the wild-flowers seem lonesome. It must be nicer
+where there are no trees and there is room for lots of people to live
+together.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I wonder if any of the people we shall meet will be as splendid as I
+am,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl. &quot;All I have seen, so far, have pale,
+colorless skins and clothes as blue as the country they live in, while I
+am of many gorgeous colors&mdash;face and body and clothes. That is why I am
+bright and contented, Ojo, while you are blue and sad.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think I made a mistake in giving you so many sorts of brains,&quot;
+observed the boy. &quot;Perhaps, as the Magician said, you have an overdose,
+and they may not agree with you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What had you to do with my brains?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A lot,&quot; replied Ojo. &quot;Old Margolotte meant to give you only a few&mdash;just
+enough to keep you going&mdash;but when she wasn't looking I added a good
+many more, of the best kinds I could find in the Magician's cupboard.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thanks,&quot; said the girl, dancing along the path ahead of Ojo and then
+dancing back to his side. &quot;If a few brains are good, many brains must be
+better.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But they ought to be evenly balanced,&quot; said the boy, &quot;and I had no time
+to be careful. From the way you're acting, I guess the dose was badly
+mixed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Scraps hasn't enough brains to hurt her, so don't worry,&quot; remarked the
+cat, which was trotting along in a very dainty and graceful manner. &quot;The
+only brains worth considering are mine, which are pink. You can see 'em
+work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>After walking a long time they came to a little brook that trickled
+across the path, and here Ojo sat down to rest and eat something from
+his basket. He found that the Magician had given him part of a loaf of
+bread and a slice of cheese. He broke off some of the bread and was
+surprised to find the loaf just as large as it was before. It was the
+same way with the cheese: however much he broke off from the slice, it
+remained exactly the same size.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah,&quot; said he, nodding wisely; &quot;that's magic. Dr. Pipt has enchanted the
+bread and the cheese, so it will last me all through my journey, however
+much I eat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why do you put those things into your mouth?&quot; asked Scraps, gazing at
+him in astonishment. &quot;Do you need more stuffing? Then why don't you use
+cotton, such as I am stuffed with?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't need that kind,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But a mouth is to talk with, isn't it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is also to eat with,&quot; replied the boy. &quot;If I didn't put food into my
+mouth, and eat it, I would get hungry and starve.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah, I didn't know that,&quot; she said. &quot;Give me some.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo handed her a bit of the bread and she put it in her mouth.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What next?&quot; she asked, scarcely able to speak.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Chew it and swallow it,&quot; said the boy.</p>
+
+<p>Scraps tried that. Her pearl teeth were unable to chew the bread and
+beyond her mouth there was no opening. Being unable to swallow she threw
+away the bread and laughed.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I must get hungry and starve, for I can't eat,&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Neither can I,&quot; announced the cat; &quot;but I'm not fool enough to try.
+Can't you understand that you and I are superior people and not made
+like these poor humans?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why should I understand that, or anything else?&quot; asked the girl. &quot;Don't
+bother my head by asking conundrums, I beg of you. Just let me discover
+myself in my own way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>With this she began amusing herself by leaping across the brook and back
+again.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Be careful, or you'll fall in the water,&quot; warned Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You'd better. If you get wet you'll be soggy and can't walk. Your
+colors might run, too,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't my colors run whenever I run?&quot; she asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not in the way I mean. If they get wet, the reds and greens and yellows
+and purples of your patches might run into each other and become just a
+blur&mdash;no color at all, you know.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl, &quot;I'll be careful, for if I spoiled my
+splendid colors I would cease to be beautiful.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Pah!&quot; sneered the Glass Cat, &quot;such colors are not beautiful; they're
+ugly, and in bad taste. Please notice that my body has no color at all.
+I'm transparent, except for my exquisite red heart and my lovely pink
+brains&mdash;you can see 'em work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Shoo&mdash;shoo&mdash;shoo!&quot; cried Scraps, dancing around and laughing. &quot;And your
+horrid green eyes, Miss Bungle! You can't see your eyes, but we can, and
+I notice you're very proud of what little color you have. Shoo, Miss
+Bungle, shoo&mdash;shoo&mdash;shoo! If you were all colors and many colors, as I
+am, you'd be too stuck up for anything.&quot; She leaped over the cat and
+back again, and the startled Bungle crept close to a tree to escape her.
+This made Scraps laugh more heartily than ever, and she said:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Whoop-te-doodle-doo!<br />
+The cat has lost her shoe.<br />
+Her tootsie's bare, but she don't care,<br />
+So what's the odds to you?&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Dear me, Ojo,&quot; said the cat; &quot;don't you think the creature is a little
+bit crazy?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It may be,&quot; he answered, with a puzzled look.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If she continues her insults I'll scratch off her suspender-button
+eyes,&quot; declared the cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't quarrel, please,&quot; pleaded the boy, rising to resume the journey.
+&quot;Let us be good comrades and as happy and cheerful as possible, for we
+are likely to meet with plenty of trouble on our way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>It was nearly sundown when they came to the edge of the forest and saw
+spread out before them a delightful landscape. There were broad blue
+fields stretching for miles over the valley, which was dotted everywhere
+with pretty, blue domed houses, none of which, however, was very near to
+the place where they stood. Just at the point where the path left the
+forest stood a tiny house covered with leaves from the trees, and before
+this stood a Munchkin man with an axe in his hand. He seemed very much
+surprised when Ojo and Scraps and the Glass Cat came out of the woods,
+but as the Patchwork Girl approached nearer he sat down upon a bench and
+laughed so hard that he could not speak for a long time.</p>
+
+<p>This man was a woodchopper and lived all alone in the little house. He
+had bushy blue whiskers and merry blue eyes and his blue clothes were
+quite old and worn.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Mercy me!&quot; exclaimed the woodchopper, when at last he could stop
+laughing. &quot;Who would think such a funny harlequin lived in the Land of
+Oz? Where did you come from, Crazy-quilt?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do you mean me?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course,&quot; he replied.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You misjudge my ancestry. I'm not a crazy-quilt; I'm patchwork,&quot; she
+said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There's no difference,&quot; he replied, beginning to laugh again. &quot;When my
+old grandmother sews such things together she calls it a crazy-quilt;
+but I never thought such a jumble could come to life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It was the Magic Powder that did it,&quot; explained Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, then you have come from the Crooked Magician on the mountain. I
+might have known it, for&mdash;Well, I declare! here's a glass cat. But the
+Magician will get in trouble for this; it's against the law for anyone
+to work magic except Glinda the Good and the royal Wizard of Oz. If you
+people&mdash;or things&mdash;or glass spectacles&mdash;or crazy-quilts&mdash;or whatever you
+are, go near the Emerald City, you'll be arrested.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We're going there, anyhow,&quot; declared Scraps, sitting upon the bench and
+swinging her stuffed legs.</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;If any of us takes a rest,<br />
+We'll be arrested sure,<br />
+And get no restitution<br />
+'Cause the rest we must endure.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;I see,&quot; said the woodchopper, nodding; &quot;you're as crazy as the
+crazy-quilt you're made of.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;She really is crazy,&quot; remarked the Glass Cat. &quot;But that isn't to be
+wondered at when you remember how many different things she's made of.
+For my part, I'm made of pure glass&mdash;except my jewel heart and my pretty
+pink brains. Did you notice my brains, stranger? You can see 'em work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So I can,&quot; replied the woodchopper; &quot;but I can't see that they
+accomplish much. A glass cat is a useless sort of thing, but a Patchwork
+Girl is really useful. She makes me laugh, and laughter is the best
+thing in life. There was once a woodchopper, a friend of mine, who was
+made all of tin, and I used to laugh every time I saw him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A tin woodchopper?&quot; said Ojo. &quot;That is strange.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;My friend wasn't always tin,&quot; said the man, &quot;but he was careless with
+his axe, and used to chop himself very badly. Whenever he lost an arm or
+a leg he had it replaced with tin; so after a while he was all tin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And could he chop wood then?&quot; asked the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He could if he didn't rust his tin joints. But one day he met Dorothy
+in the forest and went with her to the Emerald City, where he made his
+fortune. He is now one of the favorites of Princess Ozma, and she has
+made him the Emperor of the Winkies&mdash;the Country where all is yellow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who is Dorothy?&quot; inquired the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A little maid who used to live in Kansas, but is now a Princess of Oz.
+She's Ozma's best friend, they say, and lives with her in the royal
+palace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is Dorothy made of tin?&quot; inquired Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is she patchwork, like me?&quot; inquired Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; said the man; &quot;Dorothy is flesh, just as I am. I know of only one
+tin person, and that is Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman; and there will
+never be but one Patchwork Girl, for any magician that sees you will
+refuse to make another one like you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I suppose we shall see the Tin Woodman, for we are going to the Country
+of the Winkies,&quot; said the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What for?&quot; asked the woodchopper.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;To get the left wing of a yellow butterfly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is a long journey,&quot; declared the man, &quot;and you will go through
+lonely parts of Oz and cross rivers and traverse dark forests before you
+get there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Suits me all right,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;I'll get a chance to see the
+country.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You're crazy, girl. Better crawl into a rag-bag and hide there; or give
+yourself to some little girl to play with. Those who travel are likely
+to meet trouble; that's why I stay at home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The woodchopper then invited them all to stay the night at his little
+hut, but they were anxious to get on and so left him and continued along
+the path, which was broader, now, and more distinct.</p>
+
+<p>They expected to reach some other house before it grew dark, but the
+twilight was brief and Ojo soon began to fear they had made a mistake in
+leaving the woodchopper.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I can scarcely see the path,&quot; he said at last. &quot;Can you see it,
+Scraps?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; replied the Patchwork Girl, who was holding fast to the boy's arm
+so he could guide her.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I can see,&quot; declared the Glass Cat. &quot;My eyes are better than yours, and
+my pink brains&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind your pink brains, please,&quot; said Ojo hastily; &quot;just run ahead
+and show us the way. Wait a minute and I'll tie a string to you; for
+then you can lead us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He got a string from his pocket and tied it around the cat's neck, and
+after that the creature guided them along the path. They had proceeded
+in this way for about an hour when a twinkling blue light appeared ahead
+of them.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good! there's a house at last,&quot; cried Ojo. &quot;When we reach it the good
+people will surely welcome us and give us a night's lodging.&quot; But
+however far they walked the light seemed to get no nearer, so by and by
+the cat stopped short, saying:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think the light is traveling, too, and we shall never be able to
+catch up with it. But here is a house by the roadside, so why go
+farther?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Where is the house, Bungle?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Just here beside us, Scraps.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was now able to see a small house near the pathway. It was dark and
+silent, but the boy was tired and wanted to rest, so he went up to the
+door and knocked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who is there?&quot; cried a voice from within.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am Ojo the Unlucky, and with me are Miss Scraps Patchwork and the
+Glass Cat,&quot; he replied.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What do you want?&quot; asked the Voice.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A place to sleep,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Come in, then; but don't make any noise, and you must go directly to
+bed,&quot; returned the Voice.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo unlatched the door and entered. It was very dark inside and he could
+see nothing at all. But the cat exclaimed: &quot;Why, there's no one here!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There must be,&quot; said the boy. &quot;Some one spoke to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I can see everything in the room,&quot; replied the cat, &quot;and no one is
+present but ourselves. But here are three beds, all made up, so we may
+as well go to sleep.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What is sleep?&quot; inquired the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's what you do when you go to bed,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But why do you go to bed?&quot; persisted the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Here, here! You are making altogether too much noise,&quot; cried the Voice
+they had heard before. &quot;Keep quiet, strangers, and go to bed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The cat, which could see in the dark, looked sharply around for the
+owner of the Voice, but could discover no one, although the Voice had
+seemed close beside them. She arched her back a little and seemed
+afraid. Then she whispered to Ojo: &quot;Come!&quot; and led him to a bed.</p>
+
+<p>With his hands the boy felt of the bed and found it was big and soft,
+with feather pillows and plenty of blankets. So he took off his shoes
+and hat and crept into the bed. Then the cat led Scraps to another bed
+and the Patchwork Girl was puzzled to know what to do with it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Lie down and keep quiet,&quot; whispered the cat, warningly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't I sing?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't I whistle?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't I dance till morning, if I want to?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You must keep quiet,&quot; said the cat, in a soft voice.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't want to,&quot; replied the Patchwork Girl, speaking as loudly as
+usual. &quot;What right have you to order me around? If I want to talk, or
+yell, or whistle&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Before she could say anything more an unseen hand seized her firmly and
+threw her out of the door, which closed behind her with a sharp slam.
+She found herself bumping and rolling in the road and when she got up
+and tried to open the door of the house again she found it locked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What has happened to Scraps?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind. Let's go to sleep, or something will happen to us,&quot;
+answered the Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>So Ojo snuggled down in his bed and fell asleep, and he was so tired
+that he never wakened until broad daylight.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Seven" id="Chapter_Seven" />Chapter Seven</h2>
+
+<h3>The Troublesome Phonograph</h3>
+
+
+<p>When the boy opened his eyes next morning he looked carefully around the
+room. These small Munchkin houses seldom had more than one room in them.
+That in which Ojo now found himself had three beds, set all in a row on
+one side of it. The Glass Cat lay asleep on one bed, Ojo was in the
+second, and the third was neatly made up and smoothed for the day. On
+the other side of the room was a round table on which breakfast was
+already placed, smoking hot. Only one chair was drawn up to the table,
+where a place was set for one person. No one seemed to be in the room
+except the boy and Bungle.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo got up and put on his shoes. Finding a toilet stand at the head of
+his bed he washed his face and hands and brushed his hair. Then he went
+to the table and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I wonder if this is my breakfast?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Eat it!&quot; commanded a Voice at his side, so near that Ojo jumped. But no
+person could he see.</p>
+
+<p>He was hungry, and the breakfast looked good; so he sat down and ate all
+he wanted. Then, rising, he took his hat and wakened the Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Come on, Bungle,&quot; said he; &quot;we must go.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He cast another glance about the room and, speaking to the air, he said:
+&quot;Whoever lives here has been kind to me, and I'm much obliged.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>There was no answer, so he took his basket and went out the door, the
+cat following him. In the middle of the path sat the Patchwork Girl,
+playing with pebbles she had picked up.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, there you are!&quot; she exclaimed cheerfully. &quot;I thought you were never
+coming out. It has been daylight a long time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What did you do all night?&quot; asked the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Sat here and watched the stars and the moon,&quot; she replied. &quot;They're
+interesting. I never saw them before, you know.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course not,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You were crazy to act so badly and get thrown outdoors,&quot; remarked
+Bungle, as they renewed their journey.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's all right,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;If I hadn't been thrown out I wouldn't
+have seen the stars, nor the big gray wolf.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What wolf?&quot; inquired Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The one that came to the door of the house three times during the
+night.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't see why that should be,&quot; said the boy, thoughtfully; &quot;there was
+plenty to eat in that house, for I had a fine breakfast, and I slept in
+a nice bed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't you feel tired?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl, noticing that the boy
+yawned.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, yes; I'm as tired as I was last night; and yet I slept very well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And aren't you hungry?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's strange,&quot; replied Ojo. &quot;I had a good breakfast, and yet I think
+I'll now eat some of my crackers and cheese.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Scraps danced up and down the path. Then she sang:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Kizzle-kazzle-kore;<br />
+The wolf is at the door,<br />
+There's nothing to eat but a bone without meat,<br />
+And a bill from the grocery store.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;What does that mean?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't ask me,&quot; replied Scraps. &quot;I say what comes into my head, but of
+course I know nothing of a grocery store or bones without meat or&mdash;very
+much else.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; said the cat; &quot;she's stark, staring, raving crazy, and her brains
+can't be pink, for they don't work properly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Bother the brains!&quot; cried Scraps. &quot;Who cares for 'em, anyhow? Have you
+noticed how beautiful my patches are in this sunlight?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Just then they heard a sound as of footsteps pattering along the path
+behind them and all three turned to see what was coming. To their
+astonishment they beheld a small round table running as fast as its four
+spindle legs could carry it, and to the top was screwed fast a
+phonograph with a big gold horn.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Hold on!&quot; shouted the phonograph. &quot;Wait for me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Goodness me; it's that music thing which the Crooked Magician scattered
+the Powder of Life over,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So it is,&quot; returned Bungle, in a grumpy tone of voice; and then, as the
+phonograph overtook them, the Glass Cat added sternly: &quot;What are you
+doing here, anyhow?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I've run away,&quot; said the music thing. &quot;After you left, old Dr. Pipt and
+I had a dreadful quarrel and he threatened to smash me to pieces if I
+didn't keep quiet. Of course I wouldn't do that, because a
+talking-machine is supposed to talk and make a noise&mdash;and sometimes
+music. So I slipped out of the house while the Magician was stirring his
+four kettles and I've been running after you all night. Now that I've
+found such pleasant company, I can talk and play tunes all I want to.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was greatly annoyed by this unwelcome addition to their party. At
+first he did not know what to say to the newcomer, but a little thought
+decided him not to make friends.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We are traveling on important business,&quot; he declared, &quot;and you'll
+excuse me if I say we can't be bothered.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How very impolite!&quot; exclaimed the phonograph.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm sorry; but it's true,&quot; said the boy. &quot;You'll have to go somewhere
+else.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is very unkind treatment, I must say,&quot; whined the phonograph, in
+an injured tone. &quot;Everyone seems to hate me, and yet I was intended to
+amuse people.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It isn't you we hate, especially,&quot; observed the Glass Cat; &quot;it's your
+dreadful music. When I lived in the same room with you I was much
+annoyed by your squeaky horn. It growls and grumbles and clicks and
+scratches so it spoils the music, and your machinery rumbles so that the
+racket drowns every tune you attempt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That isn't my fault; it's the fault of my records. I must admit that I
+haven't a clear record,&quot; answered the machine.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Just the same, you'll have to go away,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wait a minute,&quot; cried Scraps. &quot;This music thing interests me. I
+remember to have heard music when I first came to life, and I would like
+to hear it again. What is your name, my poor abused phonograph?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Victor Columbia Edison,&quot; it answered.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, I shall call you 'Vic' for short,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl. &quot;Go
+ahead and play something.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It'll drive you crazy,&quot; warned the cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm crazy now, according to your statement. Loosen up and reel out the
+music, Vic.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The only record I have with me,&quot; explained the phonograph, &quot;is one the
+Magician attached just before we had our quarrel. It's a highly
+classical composition.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A what?&quot; inquired Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is classical music, and is considered the best and most puzzling
+ever manufactured. You're supposed to like it, whether you do or not,
+and if you don't, the proper thing is to look as if you did.
+Understand?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not in the least,&quot; said Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then, listen!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>At once the machine began to play and in a few minutes Ojo put his hands
+to his ears to shut out the sounds and the cat snarled and Scraps began
+to laugh.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Cut it out, Vic,&quot; she said. &quot;That's enough.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But the phonograph continued playing the dreary tune, so Ojo seized the
+crank, jerked it free and threw it into the road. However, the moment
+the crank struck the ground it bounded back to the machine again and
+began winding it up. And still the music played.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let's run!&quot; cried Scraps, and they all started and ran down the path as
+fast as they could go. But the phonograph was right behind them and
+could run and play at the same time. It called out, reproachfully:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's the matter? Don't you love classical music?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, Vic,&quot; said Scraps, halting. &quot;We will passical the classical and
+preserve what joy we have left. I haven't any nerves, thank goodness,
+but your music makes my cotton shrink.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then turn over my record. There's a rag-time tune on the other side,&quot;
+said the machine.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's rag-time?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The opposite of classical.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right,&quot; said Scraps, and turned over the record.</p>
+
+<p>The phonograph now began to play a jerky jumble of sounds which proved
+so bewildering that after a moment Scraps stuffed her patchwork apron
+into the gold horn and cried: &quot;Stop&mdash;stop! That's the other extreme.
+It's extremely bad!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Muffled as it was, the phonograph played on.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If you don't shut off that music I'll smash your record,&quot; threatened
+Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>The music stopped, at that, and the machine turned its horn from one to
+another and said with great indignation: &quot;What's the matter now? Is it
+possible you can't appreciate rag-time?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Scraps ought to, being rags herself,&quot; said the cat; &quot;but I simply can't
+stand it; it makes my whiskers curl.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is, indeed, dreadful!&quot; exclaimed Ojo, with a shudder.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's enough to drive a crazy lady mad,&quot; murmured the Patchwork Girl.
+&quot;I'll tell you what, Vic,&quot; she added as she smoothed out her apron and
+put it on again, &quot;for some reason or other you've missed your guess.
+You're not a concert; you're a nuisance.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,&quot; asserted the phonograph
+sadly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then we're not savages. I advise you to go home and beg the Magician's
+pardon.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never! He'd smash me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's what we shall do, if you stay here,&quot; Ojo declared.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Run along, Vic, and bother some one else,&quot; advised Scraps. &quot;Find some
+one who is real wicked, and stay with him till he repents. In that way
+you can do some good in the world.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The music thing turned silently away and trotted down a side path,
+toward a distant Munchkin village.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is that the way we go?&quot; asked Bungle anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; said Ojo; &quot;I think we shall keep straight ahead, for this path is
+the widest and best. When we come to some house we will inquire the way
+to the Emerald City.&quot;</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Eight" id="Chapter_Eight" />Chapter Eight</h2>
+
+<h3>The Foolish Owl and the Wise Donkey</h3>
+
+
+<p>On they went, and half an hour's steady walking brought them to a house
+somewhat better than the two they had already passed. It stood close to
+the roadside and over the door was a sign that read: &quot;Miss Foolish Owl
+and Mr. Wise Donkey: Public Advisers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>When Ojo read this sign aloud Scraps said laughingly: &quot;Well, here is a
+place to get all the advice we want, maybe more than we need. Let's go
+in.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The boy knocked at the door.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Come in!&quot; called a deep bass voice.</p>
+
+<p>So they opened the door and entered the house, where a little
+light-brown donkey, dressed in a blue apron and a blue cap, was engaged
+in dusting the furniture with a blue cloth. On a shelf over the window
+sat a great blue owl with a blue sunbonnet on her head, blinking her big
+round eyes at the visitors.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good morning,&quot; said the donkey, in his deep voice, which seemed bigger
+than he was. &quot;Did you come to us for advice?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, we came, anyhow,&quot; replied Scraps, &quot;and now we are here we may as
+well have some advice. It's free, isn't it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Certainly,&quot; said the donkey. &quot;Advice doesn't cost anything&mdash;unless you
+follow it. Permit me to say, by the way, that you are the queerest lot
+of travelers that ever came to my shop. Judging you merely by
+appearances, I think you'd better talk to the Foolish Owl yonder.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They turned to look at the bird, which fluttered its wings and stared
+back at them with its big eyes.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot!&quot; cried the owl.</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Fiddle-cum-foo,<br />
+Howdy-do?<br />
+Riddle-cum, tiddle-cum,<br />
+Too-ra-la-loo!&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;That beats your poetry, Scraps,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's just nonsense!&quot; declared the Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But it's good advice for the foolish,&quot; said the donkey, admiringly.
+&quot;Listen to my partner, and you can't go wrong.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Said the owl in a grumbling voice:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Patchwork Girl has come to life;<br />
+No one's sweetheart, no one's wife;<br />
+Lacking sense and loving fun,<br />
+She'll be snubbed by everyone.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Quite a compliment! Quite a compliment, I declare,&quot; exclaimed the
+donkey, turning to look at Scraps. &quot;You are certainly a wonder, my dear,
+and I fancy you'd make a splendid pincushion. If you belonged to me, I'd
+wear smoked glasses when I looked at you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Because you are so gay and gaudy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is my beauty that dazzles you,&quot; she asserted. &quot;You Munchkin people
+all strut around in your stupid blue color, while I&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You are wrong in calling me a Munchkin,&quot; interrupted the donkey, &quot;for I
+was born in the Land of Mo and came to visit the Land of Oz on the day
+it was shut off from all the rest of the world. So here I am obliged to
+stay, and I confess it is a very pleasant country to live in.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Hoot-ti-toot!&quot; cried the owl;</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Ojo's searching for a charm,<br />
+'Cause Unc Nunkie's come to harm.<br />
+Charms are scarce; they're hard to get;<br />
+Ojo's got a job, you bet!&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Is the owl so very foolish?&quot; asked the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Extremely so,&quot; replied the donkey. &quot;Notice what vulgar expressions she
+uses. But I admire the owl for the reason that she is positively
+foolish. Owls are supposed to be so very wise, generally, that a foolish
+one is unusual, and you perhaps know that anything or anyone unusual is
+sure to be interesting to the wise.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The owl flapped its wings again, muttering these words:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;It's hard to be a glassy cat&mdash;<br />
+No cat can be more hard than that;<br />
+She's so transparent, every act<br />
+Is clear to us, and that's a fact.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Have you noticed my pink brains?&quot; inquired Bungle, proudly. &quot;You can
+see 'em work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not in the daytime,&quot; said the donkey. &quot;She can't see very well by day,
+poor thing. But her advice is excellent. I advise you all to follow it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The owl hasn't given us any advice, as yet,&quot; the boy declared.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No? Then what do you call all those sweet poems?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Just foolishness,&quot; replied Ojo. &quot;Scraps does the same thing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Foolishness! Of course! To be sure! The Foolish Owl must be foolish or
+she wouldn't be the Foolish Owl. You are very complimentary to my
+partner, indeed,&quot; asserted the donkey, rubbing his front hoofs together
+as if highly pleased.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The sign says that you are wise,&quot; remarked Scraps to the donkey. &quot;I
+wish you would prove it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;With great pleasure,&quot; returned the beast. &quot;Put me to the test, my dear
+Patches, and I'll prove my wisdom in the wink of an eye.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What is the best way to get to the Emerald City?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Walk,&quot; said the donkey.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know; but what road shall I take?&quot; was the boy's next question.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The road of yellow bricks, of course. It leads directly to the Emerald
+City.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And how shall we find the road of yellow bricks?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;By keeping along the path you have been following. You'll come to the
+yellow bricks pretty soon, and you'll know them when you see them
+because they're the only yellow things in the blue country.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you,&quot; said the boy. &quot;At last you have told me something.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is that the extent of your wisdom?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; replied the donkey; &quot;I know many other things, but they wouldn't
+interest you. So I'll give you a last word of advice: move on, for the
+sooner you do that the sooner you'll get to the Emerald City of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot-ti-too!&quot; screeched the owl;</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Off you go! fast or slow,<br />
+Where you're going you don't know.<br />
+Patches, Bungle, Muchkin lad,<br />
+Facing fortunes good and bad,<br />
+Meeting dangers grave and sad,<br />
+Sometimes worried, sometimes glad&mdash;<br />
+Where you're going you don't know,<br />
+Nor do I, but off you go!&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Sounds like a hint, to me,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then let's take it and go,&quot; replied Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>They said good-bye to the Wise Donkey and the Foolish Owl and at once
+resumed their journey.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Nine" id="Chapter_Nine" />Chapter Nine</h2>
+
+<h3>They Meet the Woozy</h3>
+
+
+<p>&quot;There seem to be very few houses around here, after all,&quot; remarked Ojo,
+after they had walked for a time in silence.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind,&quot; said Scraps; &quot;we are not looking for houses, but rather
+the road of yellow bricks. Won't it be funny to run across something
+yellow in this dismal blue country?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There are worse colors than yellow in this country,&quot; asserted the Glass
+Cat, in a spiteful tone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh; do you mean the pink pebbles you call your brains, and your red
+heart and green eyes?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I mean you, if you must know it,&quot; growled the cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You're jealous!&quot; laughed Scraps. &quot;You'd give your whiskers for a lovely
+variegated complexion like mine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I wouldn't!&quot; retorted the cat. &quot;I've the clearest complexion in the
+world, and I don't employ a beauty-doctor, either.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I see you don't,&quot; said Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Please don't quarrel,&quot; begged Ojo. &quot;This is an important journey, and
+quarreling makes me discouraged. To be brave, one must be cheerful, so I
+hope you will be as good-tempered as possible.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They had traveled some distance when suddenly they faced a high fence
+which barred any further progress straight ahead. It ran directly across
+the road and enclosed a small forest of tall trees, set close together.
+When the group of adventurers peered through the bars of the fence they
+thought this forest looked more gloomy and forbidding than any they had
+ever seen before.</p>
+
+<p>They soon discovered that the path they had been following now made a
+bend and passed around the enclosure, but what made Ojo stop and look
+thoughtful was a sign painted on the fence which read:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;BEWARE OF THE WOOZY!&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;That means,&quot; he said, &quot;that there's a Woozy inside that fence, and the
+Woozy must be a dangerous animal or they wouldn't tell people to beware
+of it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let's keep out, then,&quot; replied Scraps. &quot;That path is outside the fence,
+and Mr. Woozy may have all his little forest to himself, for all we
+care.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But one of our errands is to find a Woozy,&quot; Ojo explained. &quot;The
+Magician wants me to get three hairs from the end of a Woozy's tail.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let's go on and find some other Woozy,&quot; suggested the cat. &quot;This one is
+ugly and dangerous, or they wouldn't cage him up. Maybe we shall find
+another that is tame and gentle.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Perhaps there isn't any other, at all,&quot; answered Ojo. &quot;The sign doesn't
+say: 'Beware a Woozy'; it says: 'Beware the Woozy,' which may mean
+there's only one in all the Land of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then,&quot; said Scraps, &quot;suppose we go in and find him? Very likely if we
+ask him politely to let us pull three hairs out of the tip of his tail
+he won't hurt us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It would hurt him, I'm sure, and that would make him cross,&quot; said the
+cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You needn't worry, Bungle,&quot; remarked the Patchwork Girl; &quot;for if there
+is danger you can climb a tree. Ojo and I are not afraid; are we, Ojo?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am, a little,&quot; the boy admitted; &quot;but this danger must be faced, if
+we intend to save poor Unc Nunkie. How shall we get over the fence?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Climb,&quot; answered Scraps, and at once she began climbing up the rows of
+bars. Ojo followed and found it more easy than he had expected. When
+they got to the top of the fence they began to get down on the other
+side and soon were in the forest. The Glass Cat, being small, crept
+between the lower bars and joined them.</p>
+
+<p>Here there was no path of any sort, so they entered the woods, the boy
+leading the way, and wandered through the trees until they were nearly
+in the center of the forest. They now came upon a clear space in which
+stood a rocky cave.</p>
+
+<p>So far they had met no living creature, but when Ojo saw the cave he
+knew it must be the den of the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>It is hard to face any savage beast without a sinking of the heart, but
+still more terrifying is it to face an unknown beast, which you have
+never seen even a picture of. So there is little wonder that the pulses
+of the Munchkin boy beat fast as he and his companions stood facing the
+cave. The opening was perfectly square, and about big enough to admit a
+goat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I guess the Woozy is asleep,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;Shall I throw in a stone,
+to waken him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; please don't,&quot; answered Ojo, his voice trembling a little. &quot;I'm in
+no hurry.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But he had not long to wait, for the Woozy heard the sound of voices and
+came trotting out of his cave. As this is the only Woozy that has ever
+lived, either in the Land of Oz or out of it, I must describe it to you.</p>
+
+<p>The creature was all squares and flat surfaces and edges. Its head was
+an exact square, like one of the building-blocks a child plays with;
+therefore it had no ears, but heard sounds through two openings in the
+upper corners. Its nose, being in the center of a square surface, was
+flat, while the mouth was formed by the opening of the lower edge of the
+block. The body of the Woozy was much larger than its head, but was
+likewise block-shaped&mdash;being twice as long as it was wide and high. The
+tail was square and stubby and perfectly straight, and the four legs
+were made in the same way, each being four-sided. The animal was covered
+with a thick, smooth skin and had no hair at all except at the extreme
+end of its tail, where there grew exactly three stiff, stubby hairs. The
+beast was dark blue in color and his face was not fierce nor ferocious
+in expression, but rather good-humored and droll.</p>
+
+<p>Seeing the strangers, the Woozy folded his hind legs as if they had been
+hinged and sat down to look his visitors over.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, well,&quot; he exclaimed; &quot;what a queer lot you are! At first I
+thought some of those miserable Munchkin farmers had come to annoy me,
+but I am relieved to find you in their stead. It is plain to me that you
+are a remarkable group&mdash;as remarkable in your way as I am in mine&mdash;and
+so you are welcome to my domain. Nice place, isn't it? But
+lonesome&mdash;dreadfully lonesome.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why did they shut you up here?&quot; asked Scraps, who was regarding the
+queer, square creature with much curiosity.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Because I eat up all the honey-bees which the Munchkin farmers who live
+around here keep to make them honey.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Are you fond of eating honey-bees?&quot; inquired the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Very. They are really delicious. But the farmers did not like to lose
+their bees and so they tried to destroy me. Of course they couldn't do
+that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;My skin is so thick and tough that nothing can get through it to hurt
+me. So, finding they could not destroy me, they drove me into this
+forest and built a fence around me. Unkind, wasn't it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But what do you eat now?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Nothing at all. I've tried the leaves from the trees and the mosses and
+creeping vines, but they don't seem to suit my taste. So, there being no
+honey-bees here, I've eaten nothing for years.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You must be awfully hungry,&quot; said the boy. &quot;I've got some bread and
+cheese in my basket. Would you like that kind of food?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Give me a nibble and I will try it; then I can tell you better whether
+it is grateful to my appetite,&quot; returned the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>So the boy opened his basket and broke a piece off the loaf of bread. He
+tossed it toward the Woozy, who cleverly caught it in his mouth and ate
+it in a twinkling.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's rather good,&quot; declared the animal. &quot;Any more?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Try some cheese,&quot; said Ojo, and threw down a piece.</p>
+
+<p>The Woozy ate that, too, and smacked its long, thin lips.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's mighty good!&quot; it exclaimed. &quot;Any more?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Plenty,&quot; replied Ojo. So he sat down on a Stump and fed the Woozy bread
+and cheese for a long time; for, no matter how much the boy broke off,
+the loaf and the slice remained just as big.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That'll do,&quot; said the Woozy, at last; &quot;I'm quite full. I hope the
+strange food won't give me indigestion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I hope not,&quot; said Ojo. &quot;It's what I eat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, I must say I'm much obliged, and I'm glad you came,&quot; announced
+the beast. &quot;Is there anything I can do in return for your kindness?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said Ojo earnestly, &quot;you have it in your power to do me a great
+favor, if you will.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What is it?&quot; asked the Woozy. &quot;Name the favor and I will grant it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I&mdash;I want three hairs from the tip of your tail,&quot; said Ojo, with some
+hesitation.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Three hairs! Why, that's all I have&mdash;on my tail or anywhere else,&quot;
+exclaimed the beast.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know; but I want them very much.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;They are my sole ornaments, my prettiest feature,&quot; said the Woozy,
+uneasily. &quot;If I give up those three hairs I&mdash;I'm just a blockhead.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yet I must have them,&quot; insisted the boy, firmly, and he then told the
+Woozy all about the accident to Unc Nunkie and Margolotte, and how the
+three hairs were to be a part of the magic charm that would restore them
+to life. The beast listened with attention and when Ojo had finished the
+recital it said, with a sigh:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I always keep my word, for I pride myself on being square. So you may
+have the three hairs, and welcome. I think, under such circumstances, it
+would be selfish in me to refuse you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you! Thank you very much,&quot; cried the boy, joyfully. &quot;May I pull
+out the hairs now?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Any time you like,&quot; answered the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>So Ojo went up to the queer creature and taking hold of one of the hairs
+began to pull. He pulled harder. He pulled with all his might; but the
+hair remained fast.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's the trouble?&quot; asked the Woozy, which Ojo had dragged here and
+there all around the clearing in his endeavor to pull out the hair.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It won't come,&quot; said the boy, panting.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I was afraid of that,&quot; declared the beast. &quot;You'll have to pull
+harder.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll help you,&quot; exclaimed Scraps, coming to the boy's side. &quot;You pull
+the hair, and I'll pull you, and together we ought to get it out
+easily.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wait a jiffy,&quot; called the Woozy, and then it went to a tree and hugged
+it with its front paws, so that its body couldn't be dragged around by
+the pull. &quot;All ready, now. Go ahead!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo grasped the hair with both hands and pulled with all his strength,
+while Scraps seized the boy around his waist and added her strength to
+his. But the hair wouldn't budge. Instead, it slipped out of Ojo's hands
+and he and Scraps both rolled upon the ground in a heap and never
+stopped until they bumped against the rocky cave.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Give it up,&quot; advised the Glass Cat, as the boy arose and assisted the
+Patchwork Girl to her feet. &quot;A dozen strong men couldn't pull out those
+hairs. I believe they're clinched on the under side of the Woozy's thick
+skin.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then what shall I do?&quot; asked the boy, despairingly. &quot;If on our return I
+fail to take these three hairs to the Crooked Magician, the other things
+I have come to seek will be of no use at all, and we cannot restore Unc
+Nunkie and Margolotte to life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;They're goners, I guess,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind,&quot; added the cat. &quot;I can't see that old Unc and Margolotte
+are worth all this trouble, anyhow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But Ojo did not feel that way. He was so disheartened that he sat down
+upon a stump and began to cry.</p>
+
+<p>The Woozy looked at the boy thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why don't you take me with you?&quot; asked the beast. &quot;Then, when at last
+you get to the Magician's house, he can surely find some way to pull out
+those three hairs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was overjoyed at this suggestion.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's it!&quot; he cried, wiping away the tears and springing to his feet
+with a smile. &quot;If I take the three hairs to the Magician, it won't
+matter if they are still in your body.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It can't matter in the least,&quot; agreed the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Come on, then,&quot; said the boy, picking up his basket; &quot;let us start at
+once. I have several other things to find, you know.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But the Glass Cat gave a little laugh and inquired in her scornful way:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How do you intend to get the beast out of this forest?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>That puzzled them all for a time.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let us go to the fence, and then we may find a way,&quot; suggested Scraps.
+So they walked through the forest to the fence, reaching it at a point
+exactly opposite that where they had entered the enclosure.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How did you get in?&quot; asked the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We climbed over,&quot; answered Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I can't do that,&quot; said the beast. &quot;I'm a very swift runner, for I can
+overtake a honey-bee as it flies; and I can jump very high, which is the
+reason they made such a tall fence to keep me in. But I can't climb at
+all, and I'm too big to squeeze between the bars of the fence.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo tried to think what to do.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can you dig?&quot; he asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; answered the Woozy, &quot;for I have no claws. My feet are quite flat
+on the bottom of them. Nor can I gnaw away the boards, as I have no
+teeth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You're not such a terrible creature, after all,&quot; remarked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You haven't heard me growl, or you wouldn't say that,&quot; declared the
+Woozy. &quot;When I growl, the sound echoes like thunder all through the
+valleys and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and women cover
+their heads with their aprons, and big men run and hide. I suppose there
+is nothing in the world so terrible to listen to as the growl of a
+Woozy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Please don't growl, then,&quot; begged Ojo, earnestly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There is no danger of my growling, for I am not angry. Only when angry
+do I utter my fearful, ear-splitting, soul-shuddering growl. Also, when
+I am angry, my eyes flash fire, whether I growl or not.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Real fire?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course, real fire. Do you suppose they'd flash imitation fire?&quot;
+inquired the Woozy, in an injured tone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;In that case, I've solved the riddle,&quot; cried Scraps, dancing with glee.
+&quot;Those fence-boards are made of wood, and if the Woozy stands close to
+the fence and lets his eyes flash fire, they might set fire to the fence
+and burn it up. Then he could walk away with us easily, being free.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah, I have never thought of that plan, or I would have been free long
+ago,&quot; said the Woozy. &quot;But I cannot flash fire from my eyes unless I am
+very angry.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't you get angry 'bout something, please?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll try. You just say 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Will that make you angry?&quot; inquired the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Terribly angry.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What does it mean?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't know; that's what makes me so angry,&quot; replied the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>He then stood close to the fence, with his head near one of the boards,
+and Scraps called out &quot;Krizzle-Kroo!&quot; Then Ojo said &quot;Krizzle-Kroo!&quot; and
+the Glass Cat said &quot;Krizzle-Kroo!&quot; The Woozy began to tremble with anger
+and small sparks darted from his eyes. Seeing this, they all cried
+&quot;Krizzle-Kroo!&quot; together, and that made the beast's eyes flash fire so
+fiercely that the fence-board caught the sparks and began to smoke. Then
+it burst into flame, and the Woozy stepped back and said triumphantly:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Aha! That did the business, all right. It was a happy thought for you
+to yell all together, for that made me as angry as I have ever been.
+Fine sparks, weren't they?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Reg'lar fireworks,&quot; replied Scraps, admiringly.</p>
+
+<p>In a few moments the board had burned to a distance of several feet,
+leaving an opening big enough for them all to pass through. Ojo broke
+some branches from a tree and with them whipped the fire until it was
+extinguished.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We don't want to burn the whole fence down,&quot; said he, &quot;for the flames
+would attract the attention of the Munchkin farmers, who would then come
+and capture the Woozy again. I guess they'll be rather surprised when
+they find he's escaped.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So they will,&quot; declared the Woozy, chuckling gleefully. &quot;When they find
+I'm gone the farmers will be badly scared, for they'll expect me to eat
+up their honey-bees, as I did before.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That reminds me,&quot; said the boy, &quot;that you must promise not to eat
+honey-bees while you are in our company.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;None at all?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not a bee. You would get us all into trouble, and we can't afford to
+have any more trouble than is necessary. I'll feed you all the bread and
+cheese you want, and that must satisfy you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right; I'll promise,&quot; said the Woozy, cheerfully. &quot;And when I
+promise anything you can depend on it, 'cause I'm square.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't see what difference that makes,&quot; observed the Patchwork Girl,
+as they found the path and continued their journey. &quot;The shape doesn't
+make a thing honest, does it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course it does,&quot; returned the Woozy, very decidedly. &quot;No one could
+trust that Crooked Magician, for instance, just because he is crooked;
+but a square Woozy couldn't do anything crooked if he wanted to.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am neither square nor crooked,&quot; said Scraps, looking down at her
+plump body.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; you're round, so you're liable to do anything,&quot; asserted the Woozy.
+&quot;Do not blame me, Miss Gorgeous, if I regard you with suspicion. Many a
+satin ribbon has a cotton back.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Scraps didn't understand this, but she had an uneasy misgiving that she
+had a cotton back herself. It would settle down, at times, and make her
+squat and dumpy, and then she had to roll herself in the road until her
+body stretched out again.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Ten" id="Chapter_Ten" />Chapter Ten</h2>
+
+<h3>Shaggy Man to the Rescue</h3>
+
+
+<p>They had not gone very far before Bungle, who had run on ahead, came
+bounding back to say that the road of yellow bricks was just before
+them. At once they hurried forward to see what this famous road looked
+like.</p>
+
+<p>It was a broad road, but not straight, for it wandered over hill and
+dale and picked out the easiest places to go. All its length and breadth
+was paved with smooth bricks of a bright yellow color, so it was smooth
+and level except in a few places where the bricks had crumbled or been
+removed, leaving holes that might cause the unwary to stumble.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I wonder,&quot; said Ojo, looking up and down the road, &quot;which way to go.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Where are you bound for?&quot; asked the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Emerald City,&quot; he replied.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then go west,&quot; said the Woozy. &quot;I know this road pretty well, for I've
+chased many a honey-bee over it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Have you ever been to the Emerald City?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No. I am very shy by nature, as you may have noticed, so I haven't
+mingled much in society.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Are you afraid of men?&quot; inquired the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Me? With my heart-rending growl&mdash;my horrible, shudderful growl? I
+should say not. I am not afraid of anything,&quot; declared the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I wish I could say the same,&quot; sighed Ojo. &quot;I don't think we need be
+afraid when we get to the Emerald City, for Unc Nunkie has told me that
+Ozma, our girl Ruler, is very lovely and kind, and tries to help
+everyone who is in trouble. But they say there are many dangers lurking
+on the road to the great Fairy City, and so we must be very careful.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I hope nothing will break me,&quot; said the Glass Cat, in a nervous voice.
+&quot;I'm a little brittle, you know, and can't stand many hard knocks.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If anything should fade the colors of my lovely patches it would break
+my heart,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm not sure you have a heart,&quot; Ojo reminded her.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then it would break my cotton,&quot; persisted Scraps. &quot;Do you think they
+are all fast colors, Ojo?&quot; she asked anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;They seem fast enough when you run,&quot; he replied; and then, looking
+ahead of them, he exclaimed: &quot;Oh, what lovely trees!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They were certainly pretty to look upon and the travelers hurried
+forward to observe them more closely.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, they are not trees at all,&quot; said Scraps; &quot;they are just monstrous
+plants.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>That is what they really were: masses of great broad leaves which rose
+from the ground far into the air, until they towered twice as high as
+the top of the Patchwork Girl's head, who was a little taller than Ojo.
+The plants formed rows on both sides of the road and from each plant
+rose a dozen or more of the big broad leaves, which swayed continually
+from side to side, although no wind was blowing. But the most curious
+thing about the swaying leaves was their color. They seemed to have a
+general groundwork of blue, but here and there other colors glinted at
+times through the blue&mdash;gorgeous yellows, turning to pink, purple,
+orange and scarlet, mingled with more sober browns and grays&mdash;each
+appearing as a blotch or stripe anywhere on a leaf and then
+disappearing, to be replaced by some other color of a different shape.
+The changeful coloring of the great leaves was very beautiful, but it
+was bewildering, as well, and the novelty of the scene drew our
+travelers close to the line of plants, where they stood watching them
+with rapt interest.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly a leaf bent lower than usual and touched the Patchwork Girl.
+Swiftly it enveloped her in its embrace, covering her completely in its
+thick folds, and then it swayed back upon its stem.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, she's gone!&quot; gasped Ojo, in amazement, and listening carefully he
+thought he could hear the muffled screams of Scraps coming from the
+center of the folded leaf. But, before he could think what he ought to
+do to save her, another leaf bent down and captured the Glass Cat,
+rolling around the little creature until she was completely hidden, and
+then straightening up again upon its stem.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Look out,&quot; cried the Woozy. &quot;Run! Run fast, or you are lost.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo turned and saw the Woozy running swiftly up the road. But the last
+leaf of the row of plants seized the beast even as he ran and instantly
+he disappeared from sight.</p>
+
+<p>The boy had no chance to escape. Half a dozen of the great leaves were
+bending toward him from different directions and as he stood hesitating
+one of them clutched him in its embrace. In a flash he was in the dark.
+Then he felt himself gently lifted until he was swaying in the air, with
+the folds of the leaf hugging him on all sides.</p>
+
+<p>At first he struggled hard to escape, crying out in anger: &quot;Let me go!
+Let me go!&quot; But neither struggles nor protests had any effect whatever.
+The leaf held him firmly and he was a prisoner.</p>
+
+<p>Then Ojo quieted himself and tried to think. Despair fell upon him when
+he remembered that all his little party had been captured, even as he
+was, and there was none to save them.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I might have expected it,&quot; he sobbed, miserably. &quot;I'm Ojo the Unlucky,
+and something dreadful was sure to happen to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He pushed against the leaf that held him and found it to be soft, but
+thick and firm. It was like a great bandage all around him and he found
+it difficult to move his body or limbs in order to change their
+position.</p>
+
+<p>The minutes passed and became hours. Ojo wondered how long one could
+live in such a condition and if the leaf would gradually sap his
+strength and even his life, in order to feed itself. The little Munchkin
+boy had never heard of any person dying in the Land of Oz, but he knew
+one could suffer a great deal of pain. His greatest fear at this time
+was that he would always remain imprisoned in the beautiful leaf and
+never see the light of day again.</p>
+
+<p>No sound came to him through the leaf; all around was intense silence.
+Ojo wondered if Scraps had stopped screaming, or if the folds of the
+leaf prevented his hearing her. By and by he thought he heard a whistle,
+as of some one whistling a tune. Yes; it really must be some one
+whistling, he decided, for he could follow the strains of a pretty
+Munchkin melody that Unc Nunkie used to sing to him. The sounds were low
+and sweet and, although they reached Ojo's ears very faintly, they were
+clear and harmonious.</p>
+
+<p>Could the leaf whistle, Ojo wondered? Nearer and nearer came the sounds
+and then they seemed to be just the other side of the leaf that was
+hugging him.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly the whole leaf toppled and fell, carrying the boy with it, and
+while he sprawled at full length the folds slowly relaxed and set him
+free. He scrambled quickly to his feet and found that a strange man was
+standing before him&mdash;a man so curious in appearance that the boy stared
+with round eyes.</p>
+
+<p>He was a big man, with shaggy whiskers, shaggy eyebrows, shaggy
+hair&mdash;but kindly blue eyes that were gentle as those of a cow. On his
+head was a green velvet hat with a jeweled band, which was all shaggy
+around the brim. Rich but shaggy laces were at his throat; a coat with
+shaggy edges was decorated with diamond buttons; the velvet breeches had
+jeweled buckles at the knees and shags all around the bottoms. On his
+breast hung a medallion bearing a picture of Princess Dorothy of Oz, and
+in his hand, as he stood looking at Ojo, was a sharp knife shaped like a
+dagger.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh!&quot; exclaimed Ojo, greatly astonished at the sight of this stranger;
+and then he added: &quot;Who has saved me, sir?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't you see?&quot; replied the other, with a smile; &quot;I'm the Shaggy Man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; I can see that,&quot; said the boy, nodding. &quot;Was it you who rescued me
+from the leaf?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;None other, you may be sure. But take care, or I shall have to rescue
+you again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo gave a jump, for he saw several broad leaves leaning toward him; but
+the Shaggy Man began to whistle again, and at the sound the leaves all
+straightened up on their stems and kept still.</p>
+
+<p>The man now took Ojo's arm and led him up the road, past the last of the
+great plants, and not till he was safely beyond their reach did he cease
+his whistling.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You see, the music charms 'em,&quot; said he. &quot;Singing or whistling&mdash;it
+doesn't matter which&mdash;makes 'em behave, and nothing else will. I always
+whistle as I go by 'em and so they always let me alone. To-day as I went
+by, whistling, I saw a leaf curled and knew there must be something
+inside it. I cut down the leaf with my knife and&mdash;out you popped. Lucky
+I passed by, wasn't it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You were very kind,&quot; said Ojo, &quot;and I thank you. Will you please rescue
+my companions, also?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What companions?&quot; asked the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The leaves grabbed them all,&quot; said the boy. &quot;There's a Patchwork Girl
+and&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A what?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A girl made of patchwork, you know. She's alive and her name is Scraps.
+And there's a Glass Cat&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Glass?&quot; asked the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All glass.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And alive?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said Ojo; &quot;she has pink brains. And there's a Woozy&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's a Woozy?&quot; inquired the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, I&mdash;I&mdash;can't describe it,&quot; answered the boy, greatly perplexed.
+&quot;But it's a queer animal with three hairs on the tip of its tail that
+won't come out and&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What won't come out?&quot; asked the Shaggy Man; &quot;the tail?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The hairs won't come out. But you'll see the Woozy, if you'll please
+rescue it, and then you'll know just what it is.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, nodding his shaggy head. And then he
+walked back among the plants, still whistling, and found the three
+leaves which were curled around Ojo's traveling companions. The first
+leaf he cut down released Scraps, and on seeing her the Shaggy Man threw
+back his shaggy head, opened wide his mouth and laughed so shaggily and
+yet so merrily that Scraps liked him at once. Then he took off his hat
+and made her a low bow, saying:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;My dear, you're a wonder. I must introduce you to my friend the
+Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>When he cut down the second leaf he rescued the Glass Cat, and Bungle
+was so frightened that she scampered away like a streak and soon had
+joined Ojo, when she sat beside him panting and trembling. The last
+plant of all the row had captured the Woozy, and a big bunch in the
+center of the curled leaf showed plainly where he was. With his sharp
+knife the Shaggy Man sliced off the stem of the leaf and as it fell and
+unfolded out trotted the Woozy and escaped beyond the reach of any more
+of the dangerous plants.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Eleven" id="Chapter_Eleven" />Chapter Eleven</h2>
+
+<h3>A Good Friend</h3>
+
+
+<p>Soon the entire party was gathered on the road of yellow bricks, quite
+beyond the reach of the beautiful but treacherous plants. The Shaggy
+Man, staring first at one and then at the other, seemed greatly pleased
+and interested.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I've seen queer things since I came to the Land of Oz,&quot; said he, &quot;but
+never anything queerer than this band of adventurers. Let us sit down a
+while, and have a talk and get acquainted.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Haven't you always lived in the Land of Oz?&quot; asked the Munchkin boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I used to live in the big, outside world. But I came here once with
+Dorothy, and Ozma let me stay.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How do you like Oz?&quot; asked Scraps. &quot;Isn't the country and the climate
+grand?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's the finest country in all the world, even if it is a fairyland,
+and I'm happy every minute I live in it,&quot; said the Shaggy Man. &quot;But tell
+me something about yourselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So Ojo related the story of his visit to the house of the Crooked
+Magician, and how he met there the Glass Cat, and how the Patchwork Girl
+was brought to life and of the terrible accident to Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte. Then he told how he had set out to find the five different
+things which the Magician needed to make a charm that would restore the
+marble figures to life, one requirement being three hairs from a Woozy's
+tail.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We found the Woozy,&quot; explained the boy, &quot;and he agreed to give us the
+three hairs; but we couldn't pull them out. So we had to bring the Woozy
+along with us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I see,&quot; returned the Shaggy Man, who had listened with interest to the
+story. &quot;But perhaps I, who am big and strong, can pull those three hairs
+from the Woozy's tail.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Try it, if you like,&quot; said the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>So the Shaggy Man tried it, but pull as hard as he could he failed to
+get the hairs out of the Woozy's tail. So he sat down again and wiped
+his shaggy face with a shaggy silk handkerchief and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It doesn't matter. If you can keep the Woozy until you get the rest of
+the things you need, you can take the beast and his three hairs to the
+Crooked Magician and let him find a way to extract 'em. What are the
+other things you are to find?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;One,&quot; said Ojo, &quot;is a six-leaved clover.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You ought to find that in the fields around the Emerald City,&quot; said the
+Shaggy Man. &quot;There is a Law against picking six-leaved clovers, but I
+think I can get Ozma to let you have one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you,&quot; replied Ojo. &quot;The next thing is the left wing of a yellow
+butterfly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;For that you must go to the Winkie Country,&quot; the Shaggy Man declared.
+&quot;I've never noticed any butterflies there, but that is the yellow
+country of Oz and it's ruled by a good friend of mine, the Tin Woodman.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, I've heard of him!&quot; exclaimed Ojo. &quot;He must be a wonderful man.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So he is, and his heart is wonderfully kind. I'm sure the Tin Woodman
+will do all in his power to help you to save your Unc Nunkie and poor
+Margolotte.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The next thing I must find,&quot; said the Munchkin boy, &quot;is a gill of water
+from a dark well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Indeed! Well, that is more difficult,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, scratching
+his left ear in a puzzled way. &quot;I've never heard of a dark well; have
+you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do you know where one may be found?&quot; inquired the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I can't imagine,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then we must ask the Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Scarecrow! But surely, sir, a scarecrow can't know anything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Most scarecrows don't, I admit,&quot; answered the Shaggy Man. &quot;But this
+Scarecrow of whom I speak is very intelligent. He claims to possess the
+best brains in all Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Better than mine?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Better than mine?&quot; echoed the Glass Cat. &quot;Mine are pink, and you can
+see 'em work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, you can't see the Scarecrow's brains work, but they do a lot of
+clever thinking,&quot; asserted the Shaggy Man. &quot;If anyone knows where a dark
+well is, it's my friend the Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Where does he live?&quot; inquired Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He has a splendid castle in the Winkie Country, near to the palace of
+his friend the Tin Woodman, and he is often to be found in the Emerald
+City, where he visits Dorothy at the royal palace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then we will ask him about the dark well,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But what else does this Crooked Magician want?&quot; asked the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A drop of oil from a live man's body.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh; but there isn't such a thing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is what I thought,&quot; replied Ojo; &quot;but the Crooked Magician said it
+wouldn't be called for by the recipe if it couldn't be found, and
+therefore I must search until I find it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I wish you good luck,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, shaking his head
+doubtfully; &quot;but I imagine you'll have a hard job getting a drop of oil
+from a live man's body. There's blood in a body, but no oil.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There's cotton in mine,&quot; said Scraps, dancing a little jig.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't doubt it,&quot; returned the Shaggy Man admiringly. &quot;You're a
+regular comforter and as sweet as patchwork can be. All you lack is
+dignity.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I hate dignity,&quot; cried Scraps, kicking a pebble high in the air and
+then trying to catch it as it fell. &quot;Half the fools and all the wise
+folks are dignified, and I'm neither the one nor the other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;She's just crazy,&quot; explained the Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>The Shaggy Man laughed.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;She's delightful, in her way,&quot; he said. &quot;I'm sure Dorothy will be
+pleased with her, and the Scarecrow will dote on her. Did you say you
+were traveling toward the Emerald City?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; replied Ojo. &quot;I thought that the best place to go, at first,
+because the six-leaved clover may be found there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll go with you,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, &quot;and show you the way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you,&quot; exclaimed Ojo. &quot;I hope it won't put you out any.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; said the other, &quot;I wasn't going anywhere in particular. I've been
+a rover all my life, and although Ozma has given me a suite of beautiful
+rooms in her palace I still get the wandering fever once in a while and
+start out to roam the country over. I've been away from the Emerald City
+several weeks, this time, and now that I've met you and your friends I'm
+sure it will interest me to accompany you to the great city of Oz and
+introduce you to my friends.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That will be very nice,&quot; said the boy, gratefully.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I hope your friends are not dignified,&quot; observed Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Some are, and some are not,&quot; he answered; &quot;but I never criticise my
+friends. If they are really true friends, they may be anything they
+like, for all of me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There's some sense in that,&quot; said Scraps, nodding her queer head in
+approval. &quot;Come on, and let's get to the Emerald City as soon as
+possible.&quot; With this she ran up the path, skipping and dancing, and then
+turned to await them.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is quite a distance from here to the Emerald City,&quot; remarked the
+Shaggy Man, &quot;so we shall not get there to-day, nor to-morrow. Therefore
+let us take the jaunt in an easy manner. I'm an old traveler and have
+found that I never gain anything by being in a hurry. 'Take it easy' is
+my motto. If you can't take it easy, take it as easy as you can.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>After walking some distance over the road of yellow bricks Ojo said he
+was hungry and would stop to eat some bread and cheese. He offered a
+portion of the food to the Shaggy Man, who thanked him but refused it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;When I start out on my travels,&quot; said he, &quot;I carry along enough square
+meals to last me several weeks. Think I'll indulge in one now, as long
+as we're stopping anyway.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Saying this, he took a bottle from his pocket and shook from it a tablet
+about the size of one of Ojo's finger-nails.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That,&quot; announced the Shaggy Man, &quot;is a square meal, in condensed form.
+Invention of the great Professor Woggle-Bug, of the Royal College of
+Athletics. It contains soup, fish, roast meat, salad, apple-dumplings,
+ice cream and chocolate-drops, all boiled down to this small size, so it
+can be conveniently carried and swallowed when you are hungry and need a
+square meal.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm square,&quot; said the Woozy. &quot;Give me one, please.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So the Shaggy Man gave the Woozy a tablet from his bottle and the beast
+ate it in a twinkling.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You have now had a six course dinner,&quot; declared the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Pshaw!&quot; said the Woozy, ungratefully, &quot;I want to taste something.
+There's no fun in that sort of eating.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;One should only eat to sustain life,&quot; replied the Shaggy Man, &quot;and that
+tablet is equal to a peck of other food.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't care for it. I want something I can chew and taste,&quot; grumbled
+the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You are quite wrong, my poor beast,&quot; said the Shaggy Man in a tone of
+pity. &quot;Think how tired your jaws would get chewing a square meal like
+this, if it were not condensed to the size of a small tablet&mdash;which you
+can swallow in a jiffy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Chewing isn't tiresome; it's fun, maintained the Woozy. &quot;I always chew
+the honey-bees when I catch them. Give me some bread and cheese, Ojo.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, no! You've already eaten a big dinner!&quot; protested the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;May be,&quot; answered the Woozy; &quot;but I guess I'll fool myself by munching
+some bread and cheese. I may not be hungry, having eaten all those
+things you gave me, but I consider this eating business a matter of
+taste, and I like to realize what's going into me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo gave the beast what he wanted, but the Shaggy Man shook his shaggy
+head reproachfully and said there was no animal so obstinate or hard to
+convince as a Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment a patter of footsteps was heard, and looking up they saw
+the live phonograph standing before them. It seemed to have passed
+through many adventures since Ojo and his comrades last saw the machine,
+for the varnish of its wooden case was all marred and dented and
+scratched in a way that gave it an aged and disreputable appearance.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dear me!&quot; exclaimed Ojo, staring hard. &quot;What has happened to you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Nothing much,&quot; replied the phonograph in a sad and depressed voice.
+&quot;I've had enough things thrown at me, since I left you, to stock a
+department store and furnish half a dozen bargain-counters.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Are you so broken up that you can't play?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I still am able to grind out delicious music. Just now I've a
+record on tap that is really superb,&quot; said the phonograph, growing more
+cheerful.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is too bad,&quot; remarked Ojo. &quot;We've no objection to you as a
+machine, you know; but as a music-maker we hate you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then why was I ever invented?&quot; demanded the machine, in a tone of
+indignant protest.</p>
+
+<p>They looked at one another inquiringly, but no one could answer such a
+puzzling question. Finally the Shaggy Man said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'd like to hear the phonograph play.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo sighed. &quot;We've been very happy since we met you, sir,&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know. But a little misery, at times, makes one appreciate happiness
+more. Tell me, Phony, what is this record like, which you say you have
+on tap?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's a popular song, sir. In all civilized lands the common people have
+gone wild over it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Makes civilized folks wild folks, eh? Then it's dangerous.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wild with joy, I mean,&quot; explained the phonograph. &quot;Listen. This song
+will prove a rare treat to you, I know. It made the author rich&mdash;for an
+author. It is called 'My Lulu.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Then the phonograph began to play. A strain of odd, jerky sounds was
+followed by these words, sung by a man through his nose with great vigor
+of expression:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Ah wants mah Lulu, mah coal-black Lulu;<br />
+Ah wants mah loo-loo, loo-loo, loo-loo, Lu!<br />
+Ah loves mah Lulu, mah coal-black Lulu,<br />
+There ain't nobody else loves loo-loo, Lu!&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Here&mdash;shut that off!&quot; cried the Shaggy Man, springing to his feet.
+&quot;What do you mean by such impertinence?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's the latest popular song,&quot; declared the phonograph, speaking in a
+sulky tone of voice.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A popular song?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes. One that the feeble-minded can remember the words of and those
+ignorant of music can whistle or sing. That makes a popular song
+popular, and the time is coming when it will take the place of all other
+songs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That time won't come to us, just yet,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, sternly:
+&quot;I'm something of a singer myself, and I don't intend to be throttled by
+any Lulus like your coal-black one. I shall take you all apart, Mr.
+Phony, and scatter your pieces far and wide over the country, as a
+matter of kindness to the people you might meet if allowed to run around
+loose. Having performed this painful duty I shall&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But before he could say more the phonograph turned and dashed up the
+road as fast as its four table-legs could carry it, and soon it had
+entirely disappeared from their view.</p>
+
+<p>The Shaggy Man sat down again and seemed well pleased. &quot;Some one else
+will save me the trouble of scattering that phonograph,&quot; said he; &quot;for
+it is not possible that such a music-maker can last long in the Land of
+Oz. When you are rested, friends, let us go on our way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>During the afternoon the travelers found themselves in a lonely and
+uninhabited part of the country. Even the fields were no longer
+cultivated and the country began to resemble a wilderness. The road of
+yellow bricks seemed to have been neglected and became uneven and more
+difficult to walk upon. Scrubby under-brush grew on either side of the
+way, while huge rocks were scattered around in abundance.</p>
+
+<p>But this did not deter Ojo and his friends from trudging on, and they
+beguiled the journey with jokes and cheerful conversation. Toward
+evening they reached a crystal spring which gushed from a tall rock by
+the roadside and near this spring stood a deserted cabin. Said the
+Shaggy Man, halting here:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We may as well pass the night here, where there is shelter for our
+heads and good water to drink. Road beyond here is pretty bad; worst we
+shall have to travel; so let's wait until morning before we tackle it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They agreed to this and Ojo found some brushwood in the cabin and made a
+fire on the hearth. The fire delighted Scraps, who danced before it
+until Ojo warned her she might set fire to herself and burn up. After
+that the Patchwork Girl kept at a respectful distance from the darting
+flames, but the Woozy lay down before the fire like a big dog and seemed
+to enjoy its warmth.</p>
+
+<p>For supper the Shaggy Man ate one of his tablets, but Ojo stuck to his
+bread and cheese as the most satisfying food. He also gave a portion to
+the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>When darkness came on and they sat in a circle on the cabin floor,
+facing the firelight&mdash;there being no furniture of any sort in the
+place&mdash;Ojo said to the Shaggy Man:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Won't you tell us a story?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm not good at stories,&quot; was the reply; &quot;but I sing like a bird.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Raven, or crow?&quot; asked the Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Like a song bird. I'll prove it. I'll sing a song I composed myself.
+Don't tell anyone I'm a poet; they might want me to write a book. Don't
+tell 'em I can sing, or they'd want me to make records for that awful
+phonograph. Haven't time to be a public benefactor, so I'll just sing
+you this little song for your own amusement.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They were glad enough to be entertained, and listened with interest
+while the Shaggy Man chanted the following verses to a tune that was not
+unpleasant:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;I'll sing a song of Ozland, where wondrous creatures dwell<br />
+And fruits and flowers and shady bowers abound in every dell,<br />
+Where magic is a science and where no one shows surprise<br />
+If some amazing thing takes place before his very eyes.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">Our Ruler's a bewitching girl whom fairies love to please;<br />
+She's always kept her magic sceptre to enforce decrees<br />
+To make her people happy, for her heart is kind and true<br />
+And to aid the needy and distressed is what she longs to do.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">And then there's Princess Dorothy, as sweet as any rose,<br />
+A lass from Kansas, where they don't grow fairies, I suppose;<br />
+And there's the brainy Scarecrow, with a body stuffed with straw,<br />
+Who utters words of wisdom rare that fill us all with awe.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">I'll not forget Nick Chopper, the Woodman made of Tin,<br />
+Whose tender heart thinks killing time is quite a dreadful sin,<br />
+Nor old Professor Woggle-Bug, who's highly magnified<br />
+And looks so big to everyone that he is filled with pride.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">Jack Pumpkinhead's a dear old chum who might be called a chump,<br />
+But won renown by riding round upon a magic Gump;<br />
+The Sawhorse is a splendid steed and though he's made of wood<br />
+He does as many thrilling stunts as any meat horse could.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">And now I'll introduce a beast that ev'ryone adores&mdash;<br />
+The Cowardly Lion shakes with fear 'most ev'ry time he roars,<br />
+And yet he does the bravest things that any lion might,<br />
+Because he knows that cowardice is not considered right.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">There's Tik-Tok&mdash;he's a clockwork man and quite a funny sight&mdash;<br />
+He talks and walks mechanically, when he's wound up tight;<br />
+And we've a Hungry Tiger who would babies love to eat<br />
+But never does because we feed him other kinds of meat.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">It's hard to name all of the freaks this noble Land's acquired;<br />
+'Twould make my song so very long that you would soon be tired;<br />
+But give attention while I mention one wise Yellow Hen<br />
+And Nine fine Tiny Piglets living in a golden pen.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">Just search the whole world over&mdash;sail the seas from coast to coast&mdash;<br />
+No other nation in creation queerer folk can boast;<br />
+And now our rare museum will include a Cat of Glass,<br />
+A Woozy, and&mdash;last but not least&mdash;a crazy Patchwork Lass.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>Ojo was so pleased with this song that he applauded the singer by
+clapping his hands, and Scraps followed suit by clapping her padded
+fingers together, although they made no noise. The cat pounded on the
+floor with her glass paws&mdash;gently, so as not to break them&mdash;and the
+Woozy, which had been asleep, woke up to ask what the row was about.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I seldom sing in public, for fear they might want me to start an opera
+company,&quot; remarked the Shaggy Man, who was pleased to know his effort
+was appreciated. &quot;Voice, just now, is a little out of training; rusty,
+perhaps.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Tell me,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl earnestly, &quot;do all those queer people
+you mention really live in the Land of Oz?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Every one of 'em. I even forgot one thing: Dorothy's Pink Kitten.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;For goodness sake!&quot; exclaimed Bungle, sitting up and looking
+interested. &quot;A Pink Kitten? How absurd! Is it glass?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; just ordinary kitten.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then it can't amount to much. I have pink brains, and you can see 'em
+work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dorothy's kitten is all pink&mdash;brains and all&mdash;except blue eyes. Name's
+Eureka. Great favorite at the royal palace,&quot; said the Shaggy Man,
+yawning.</p>
+
+<p>The Glass Cat seemed annoyed.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do you think a pink kitten&mdash;common meat&mdash;is as pretty as I am?&quot; she
+asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't say. Tastes differ, you know,&quot; replied the Shaggy Man, yawning
+again. &quot;But here's a pointer that may be of service to you: make friends
+with Eureka and you'll be solid at the palace.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm solid now; solid glass.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You don't understand,&quot; rejoined the Shaggy Man, sleepily. &quot;Anyhow, make
+friends with the Pink Kitten and you'll be all right. If the Pink Kitten
+despises you, look out for breakers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Would anyone at the royal palace break a Glass Cat?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Might. You never can tell. Advise you to purr soft and look humble&mdash;if
+you can. And now I'm going to bed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Bungle considered the Shaggy Man's advice so carefully that her pink
+brains were busy long after the others of the party were fast asleep.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twelve" id="Chapter_Twelve" />Chapter Twelve</h2>
+
+<h3>The Giant Porcupine</h3>
+
+
+<p>Next morning they started out bright and early to follow the road of
+yellow bricks toward the Emerald City. The little Munchkin boy was
+beginning to feel tired from the long walk, and he had a great many
+things to think of and consider besides the events of the journey. At
+the wonderful Emerald City, which he would presently reach, were so many
+strange and curious people that he was half afraid of meeting them and
+wondered if they would prove friendly and kind. Above all else, he could
+not drive from his mind the important errand on which he had come, and
+he was determined to devote every energy to finding the things that were
+necessary to prepare the magic recipe. He believed that until dear Unc
+Nunkie was restored to life he could feel no joy in anything, and often
+he wished that Unc could be with him, to see all the astonishing things
+Ojo was seeing. But alas Unc Nunkie was now a marble statue in the house
+of the Crooked Magician and Ojo must not falter in his efforts to save
+him.</p>
+
+<p>The country through which they were passing was still rocky and
+deserted, with here and there a bush or a tree to break the dreary
+landscape. Ojo noticed one tree, especially, because it had such long,
+silky leaves and was so beautiful in shape. As he approached it he
+studied the tree earnestly, wondering if any fruit grew on it or if it
+bore pretty flowers.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly he became aware that he had been looking at that tree a long
+time&mdash;at least for five minutes&mdash;and it had remained in the same
+position, although the boy had continued to walk steadily on. So he
+stopped short, and when he stopped, the tree and all the landscape, as
+well as his companions, moved on before him and left him far behind.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo uttered such a cry of astonishment that it aroused the Shaggy Man,
+who also halted. The others then stopped, too, and walked back to the
+boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's wrong?&quot; asked the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, we're not moving forward a bit, no matter how fast we walk,&quot;
+declared Ojo. &quot;Now that we have stopped, we are moving backward! Can't
+you see? Just notice that rock.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Scraps looked down at her feet and said: &quot;The yellow bricks are not
+moving.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But the whole road is,&quot; answered Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;True; quite true,&quot; agreed the Shaggy Man. &quot;I know all about the tricks
+of this road, but I have been thinking of something else and didn't
+realize where we were.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It will carry us back to where we started from,&quot; predicted Ojo,
+beginning to be nervous.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; replied the Shaggy Man; &quot;it won't do that, for I know a trick to
+beat this tricky road. I've traveled this way before, you know. Turn
+around, all of you, and walk backward.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What good will that do?&quot; asked the cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You'll find out, if you obey me,&quot; said the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>So they all turned their backs to the direction in which they wished to
+go and began walking backward. In an instant Ojo noticed they were
+gaining ground and as they proceeded in this curious way they soon
+passed the tree which had first attracted his attention to their
+difficulty.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How long must we keep this up, Shags?&quot; asked Scraps, who was constantly
+tripping and tumbling down, only to get up again with a laugh at her
+mishap.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Just a little way farther,&quot; replied the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>A few minutes later he called to them to turn about quickly and step
+forward, and as they obeyed the order they found themselves treading
+solid ground.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That task is well over,&quot; observed the Shaggy Man. &quot;It's a little
+tiresome to walk backward, but that is the only way to pass this part of
+the road, which has a trick of sliding back and carrying with it anyone
+who is walking upon it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>With new courage and energy they now trudged forward and after a time
+came to a place where the road cut through a low hill, leaving high
+banks on either side of it. They were traveling along this cut, talking
+together, when the Shaggy Man seized Scraps with one arm and Ojo with
+another and shouted: &quot;Stop!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's wrong now?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;See there!&quot; answered the Shaggy Man, pointing with his finger.</p>
+
+<p>Directly in the center of the road lay a motionless object that bristled
+all over with sharp quills, which resembled arrows. The body was as big
+as a ten-bushel-basket, but the projecting quills made it appear to be
+four times bigger.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, what of it?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is Chiss, who causes a lot of trouble along this road,&quot; was the
+reply.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Chiss! What is Chiss?</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think it is merely an overgrown porcupine, but here in Oz they
+consider Chiss an evil spirit. He's different from a reg'lar porcupine,
+because he can throw his quills in any direction, which an American
+porcupine cannot do. That's what makes old Chiss so dangerous. If we get
+too near, he'll fire those quills at us and hurt us badly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then we will be foolish to get too near,&quot; said Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm not afraid,&quot; declared the Woozy. &quot;The Chiss is cowardly, I'm sure,
+and if it ever heard my awful, terrible, frightful growl, it would be
+scared stiff.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh; can you growl?&quot; asked the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is the only ferocious thing about me,&quot; asserted the Woozy with
+evident pride. &quot;My growl makes an earthquake blush and the thunder
+ashamed of itself. If I growled at that creature you call Chiss, it
+would immediately think the world had cracked in two and bumped against
+the sun and moon, and that would cause the monster to run as far and as
+fast as its legs could carry it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;In that case,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, &quot;you are now able to do us all a
+great favor. Please growl.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But you forget,&quot; returned the Woozy; &quot;my tremendous growl would also
+frighten you, and if you happen to have heart disease you might expire.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;True; but we must take that risk,&quot; decided the Shaggy Man, bravely.
+&quot;Being warned of what is to occur we must try to bear the terrific noise
+of your growl; but Chiss won't expect it, and it will scare him away.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Woozy hesitated.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm fond of you all, and I hate to shock you,&quot; it said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You may be made deaf.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If so, we will forgive you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Very well, then,&quot; said the Woozy in a determined voice, and advanced a
+few steps toward the giant porcupine. Pausing to look back, it asked:
+&quot;All ready?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All ready!&quot; they answered.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then cover up your ears and brace yourselves firmly. Now, then&mdash;look
+out!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Woozy turned toward Chiss, opened wide its mouth and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Quee-ee-ee-eek.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Go ahead and growl,&quot; said Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, I&mdash;I did growl!&quot; retorted the Woozy, who seemed much astonished.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What, that little squeak?&quot; she cried.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It is the most awful growl that ever was heard, on land or sea, in
+caverns or in the sky,&quot; protested the Woozy. &quot;I wonder you stood the
+shock so well. Didn't you feel the ground tremble? I suppose Chiss is
+now quite dead with fright.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Shaggy Man laughed merrily.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Poor Wooz!&quot; said he; &quot;your growl wouldn't scare a fly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Woozy seemed to be humiliated and surprised. It hung its head a
+moment, as if in shame or sorrow, but then it said with renewed
+confidence: &quot;Anyhow, my eyes can flash fire; and good fire, too; good
+enough to set fire to a fence!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is true,&quot; declared Scraps; &quot;I saw it done myself. But your
+ferocious growl isn't as loud as the tick of a beetle&mdash;or one of Ojo's
+snores when he's fast asleep.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Perhaps,&quot; said the Woozy, humbly, &quot;I have been mistaken about my growl.
+It has always sounded very fearful to me, but that may have been because
+it was so close to my ears.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind,&quot; Ojo said soothingly; &quot;it is a great talent to be able to
+flash fire from your eyes. No one else can do that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>As they stood hesitating what to do Chiss stirred and suddenly a shower
+of quills came flying toward them, almost filling the air, they were so
+many. Scraps realized in an instant that they had gone too near to Chiss
+for safety, so she sprang in front of Ojo and shielded him from the
+darts, which stuck their points into her own body until she resembled
+one of those targets they shoot arrows at in archery games. The Shaggy
+Man dropped flat on his face to avoid the shower, but one quill struck
+him in the leg and went far in. As for the Glass Cat, the quills rattled
+off her body without making even a scratch, and the skin of the Woozy
+was so thick and tough that he was not hurt at all.</p>
+
+<p>When the attack was over they all ran to the Shaggy Man, who was moaning
+and groaning, and Scraps promptly pulled the quill out of his leg. Then
+up he jumped and ran over to Chiss, putting his foot on the monster's
+neck and holding it a prisoner. The body of the great porcupine was now
+as smooth as leather, except for the holes where the quills had been,
+for it had shot every single quill in that one wicked shower.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let me go!&quot; it shouted angrily. &quot;How dare you put your foot on Chiss?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm going to do worse than that, old boy,&quot; replied the Shaggy Man. &quot;You
+have annoyed travelers on this road long enough, and now I shall put an
+end to you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You can't!&quot; returned Chiss. &quot;Nothing can kill me, as you know perfectly
+well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Perhaps that is true,&quot; said the Shaggy Man in a tone of disappointment.
+&quot;Seems to me I've been told before that you can't be killed. But if I
+let you go, what will you do?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Pick up my quills again,&quot; said Chiss in a sulky voice.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And then shoot them at more travelers? No; that won't do. You must
+promise me to stop throwing quills at people.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I won't promise anything of the sort,&quot; declared Chiss.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Because it is my nature to throw quills, and every animal must do what
+Nature intends it to do. It isn't fair for you to blame me. If it were
+wrong for me to throw quills, then I wouldn't be made with quills to
+throw. The proper thing for you to do is to keep out of my way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, there's some sense in that argument,&quot; admitted the Shaggy Man,
+thoughtfully; &quot;but people who are strangers, and don't know you are
+here, won't be able to keep out of your way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Tell you what,&quot; said Scraps, who was trying to pull the quills out of
+her own body, &quot;let's gather up all the quills and take them away with
+us; then old Chiss won't have any left to throw at people.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah, that's a clever idea. You and Ojo must gather up the quills while I
+hold Chiss a prisoner; for, if I let him go, he will get some of his
+quills and be able to throw them again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So Scraps and Ojo picked up all the quills and tied them in a bundle so
+they might easily be carried. After this the Shaggy Man released Chiss
+and let him go, knowing that he was harmless to injure anyone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's the meanest trick I ever heard of,&quot; muttered the porcupine
+gloomily. &quot;How would you like it, Shaggy Man, if I took all your shags
+away from you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If I threw my shags and hurt people, you would be welcome to capture
+them,&quot; was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>Then they walked on and left Chiss standing in the road sullen and
+disconsolate. The Shaggy Man limped as he walked, for his wound still
+hurt him, and Scraps was much annoyed because the quills had left a
+number of small holes in her patches.</p>
+
+<p>When they came to a flat stone by the roadside the Shaggy Man sat down
+to rest, and then Ojo opened his basket and took out the bundle of
+charms the Crooked Magician had given him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am Ojo the Unlucky,&quot; he said, &quot;or we would never have met that
+dreadful porcupine. But I will see if I can find anything among these
+charms which will cure your leg.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Soon he discovered that one of the charms was labelled: &quot;For flesh
+wounds,&quot; and this the boy separated from the others. It was only a bit
+of dried root, taken from some unknown shrub, but the boy rubbed it upon
+the wound made by the quill and in a few moments the place was healed
+entirely and the Shaggy Man's leg was as good as ever.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Rub it on the holes in my patches,&quot; suggested Scraps, and Ojo tried it,
+but without any effect.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The charm you need is a needle and thread,&quot; said the Shaggy Man. &quot;But
+do not worry, my dear; those holes do not look badly, at all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;They'll let in the air, and I don't want people to think I'm airy, or
+that I've been stuck up,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You were certainly stuck up until we pulled out those quills,&quot; observed
+Ojo, with a laugh.</p>
+
+<p>So now they went on again and coming presently to a pond of muddy water
+they tied a heavy stone to the bundle of quills and sunk it to the
+bottom of the pond, to avoid carrying it farther.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Thirteen" id="Chapter_Thirteen" />Chapter Thirteen</h2>
+
+<h3>Scraps and the Scarecrow</h3>
+
+
+<p>From here on the country improved and the desert places began to give
+way to fertile spots; still no houses were yet to be seen near the road.
+There were some hills, with valleys between them, and on reaching the
+top of one of these hills the travelers found before them a high wall,
+running to the right and the left as far as their eyes could reach.
+Immediately in front of them, where the wall crossed the roadway, stood
+a gate having stout iron bars that extended from top to bottom. They
+found, on coming nearer, that this gate was locked with a great padlock,
+rusty through lack of use.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well,&quot; said Scraps, &quot;I guess we'll stop here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's a good guess,&quot; replied Ojo. &quot;Our way is barred by this great wall
+and gate. It looks as if no one had passed through in many years.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Looks are deceiving,&quot; declared the Shaggy Man, laughing at their
+disappointed faces, &quot;and this barrier is the most deceiving thing in all
+Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It prevents our going any farther, anyhow,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;There is no
+one to mind the gate and let people through, and we've no key to the
+padlock.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;True,&quot; replied Ojo, going a little nearer to peep through the bars of
+the gate. &quot;What shall we do, Shaggy Man? If we had wings we might fly
+over the wall, but we cannot climb it and unless we get to the Emerald
+City I won't be able to find the things to restore Unc Nunkie to life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All very true,&quot; answered the Shaggy Man, quietly; &quot;but I know this
+gate, having passed through it many times.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How?&quot; they all eagerly inquired.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll show you how,&quot; said he. He stood Ojo in the middle of the road and
+placed Scraps just behind him, with her padded hands on his shoulders.
+After the Patchwork Girl came the Woozy, who held a part of her skirt in
+his mouth. Then, last of all, was the Glass Cat, holding fast to the
+Woozy's tail with her glass jaws.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, &quot;you must all shut your eyes tight, and keep
+them shut until I tell you to open them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I can't,&quot; objected Scraps. &quot;My eyes are buttons, and they won't shut.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's the game, anyhow&mdash;blind-man's-buff?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Keep quiet!&quot; commanded the Shaggy Man, sternly. &quot;All ready? Then follow
+me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>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:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now you may open your eyes.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That wall,&quot; explained the Shaggy Man, &quot;is what is called an optical
+illusion. It is quite real while you have your eyes open, but if you are
+not looking at it the barrier doesn't exist at all. It's the same way
+with many other evils in life; they seem to exist, and yet it's all
+seeming and not true. You will notice that the wall&mdash;or what we thought
+was a wall&mdash;separates the Munchkin Country from the green country that
+surrounds the Emerald City, which lies exactly in the center of Oz.
+There are two roads of yellow bricks through the Munchkin Country, but
+the one we followed is the best of the two. Dorothy once traveled the
+other way, and met with more dangers than we did. But all our troubles
+are over for the present, as another day's journey will bring us to the
+great Emerald City.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They were delighted to know this, and proceeded with new courage. In a
+couple of hours they stopped at a farmhouse, where the people were very
+hospitable and invited them to dinner. The farm folk regarded Scraps
+with much curiosity but no great astonishment, for they were accustomed
+to seeing extraordinary people in the Land of Oz.</p>
+
+<p>The woman of this house got her needle and thread and sewed up the holes
+made by the porcupine quills in the Patchwork Girl's body, after which
+Scraps was assured she looked as beautiful as ever.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You ought to have a hat to wear,&quot; remarked the woman, &quot;for that would
+keep the sun from fading the colors of your face. I have some patches
+and scraps put away, and if you will wait two or three days I'll make
+you a lovely hat that will match the rest of you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind the hat,&quot; said Scraps, shaking her yarn braids; &quot;it's a kind
+offer, but we can't stop. I can't see that my colors have faded a
+particle, as yet; can you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not much,&quot; replied the woman. &quot;You are still very gorgeous, in spite of
+your long journey.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The children of the house wanted to keep the Glass Cat to play with, so
+Bungle was offered a good home if she would remain; but the cat was too
+much interested in Ojo's adventures and refused to stop.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Children are rough playmates,&quot; she remarked to the Shaggy Man, &quot;and
+although this home is more pleasant than that of the Crooked Magician I
+fear I would soon be smashed to pieces by the boys and girls.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>After they had rested themselves they renewed their journey, finding the
+road now smooth and pleasant to walk upon and the country growing more
+beautiful the nearer they drew to the Emerald City.</p>
+
+<p>By and by Ojo began to walk on the green grass, looking carefully around
+him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What are you trying to find?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A six-leaved clover,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't do that!&quot; exclaimed the Shaggy Man, earnestly. &quot;It's against the
+Law to pick a six-leaved clover. You must wait until you get Ozma's
+consent.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;She wouldn't know it,&quot; declared the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ozma knows many things,&quot; said the Shaggy Man. &quot;In her room is a Magic
+Picture that shows any scene in the Land of Oz where strangers or
+travelers happen to be. She may be watching the picture of us even now,
+and noticing everything that we do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Does she always watch the Magic Picture?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not always, for she has many other things to do; but, as I said, she
+may be watching us this very minute.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't care,&quot; said Ojo, in an obstinate tone of voice; &quot;Ozma's only a
+girl.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Shaggy Man looked at him in surprise.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You ought to care for Ozma,&quot; said he, &quot;if you expect to save your
+uncle. For, if you displease our powerful Ruler, your journey will
+surely prove a failure; whereas, if you make a friend of Ozma, she will
+gladly assist you. As for her being a girl, that is another reason why
+you should obey her laws, if you are courteous and polite. Everyone in
+Oz loves Ozma and hates her enemies, for she is as just as she is
+powerful.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo sulked a while, but finally returned to the road and kept away from
+the green clover. The boy was moody and bad tempered for an hour or two
+afterward, because he could really see no harm in picking a six-leaved
+clover, if he found one, and in spite of what the Shaggy Man had said he
+considered Ozma's law to be unjust.</p>
+
+<p>They presently came to a beautiful grove of tall and stately trees,
+through which the road wound in sharp curves&mdash;first one way and then
+another. As they were walking through this grove they heard some one in
+the distance singing, and the sounds grew nearer and nearer until they
+could distinguish the words, although the bend in the road still hid the
+singer. The song was something like this:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Here's to the hale old bale of straw<br />
+That's cut from the waving grain,<br />
+The sweetest sight man ever saw<br />
+In forest, dell or plain.<br />
+It fills me with a crunkling joy<br />
+A straw-stack to behold,<br />
+For then I pad this lucky boy<br />
+With strands of yellow gold.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Ah!&quot; exclaimed the Shaggy Man; &quot;here comes my friend the Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What, a live Scarecrow?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; the one I told you of. He's a splendid fellow, and very
+intelligent. You'll like him, I'm sure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Just then the famous Scarecrow of Oz came around the bend in the road,
+riding astride a wooden Sawhorse which was so small that its rider's
+legs nearly touched the ground.</p>
+
+<p>The Scarecrow wore the blue dress of the Munchkins, in which country he
+was made, and on his head was set a peaked hat with a flat brim trimmed
+with tinkling bells. A rope was tied around his waist to hold him in
+shape, for he was stuffed with straw in every part of him except the top
+of his head, where at one time the Wizard of Oz had placed sawdust,
+mixed with needles and pins, to sharpen his wits. The head itself was
+merely a bag of cloth, fastened to the body at the neck, and on the
+front of this bag was painted the face&mdash;ears, eyes, nose and mouth.</p>
+
+<p>The Scarecrow's face was very interesting, for it bore a comical and yet
+winning expression, although one eye was a bit larger than the other and
+ears were not mates. The Munchkin farmer who had made the Scarecrow had
+neglected to sew him together with close stitches and therefore some of
+the straw with which he was stuffed was inclined to stick out between
+the seams. His hands consisted of padded white gloves, with the fingers
+long and rather limp, and on his feet he wore Munchkin boots of blue
+leather with broad turns at the tops of them.</p>
+
+<p>The Sawhorse was almost as curious as its rider. It had been rudely
+made, in the beginning, to saw logs upon, so that its body was a short
+length of a log, and its legs were stout branches fitted into four holes
+made in the body. The tail was formed by a small branch that had been
+left on the log, while the head was a gnarled bump on one end of the
+body. Two knots of wood formed the eyes, and the mouth was a gash
+chopped in the log. When the Sawhorse first came to life it had no ears
+at all, and so could not hear; but the boy who then owned him had
+whittled two ears out of bark and stuck them in the head, after which
+the Sawhorse heard very distinctly.</p>
+
+<p>This queer wooden horse was a great favorite with Princess Ozma, who had
+caused the bottoms of its legs to be shod with plates of gold, so the
+wood would not wear away. Its saddle was made of cloth-of-gold richly
+encrusted with precious gems. It had never worn a bridle.</p>
+
+<p>As the Scarecrow came in sight of the party of travelers, he reined in
+his wooden steed and dismounted, greeting the Shaggy Man with a smiling
+nod. Then he turned to stare at the Patchwork Girl in wonder, while she
+in turn stared at him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Shags,&quot; he whispered, drawing the Shaggy Man aside, &quot;pat me into shape,
+there's a good fellow!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>While his friend punched and patted the Scarecrow's body, to smooth out
+the humps, Scraps turned to Ojo and whispered: &quot;Roll me out, please;
+I've sagged down dreadfully from walking so much and men like to see a
+stately figure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>She then fell upon the ground and the boy rolled her back and forth like
+a rolling-pin, until the cotton had filled all the spaces in her
+patchwork covering and the body had lengthened to its fullest extent.
+Scraps and the Scarecrow both finished their hasty toilets at the same
+time, and again they faced each other.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Allow me, Miss Patchwork,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, &quot;to present my friend,
+the Right Royal Scarecrow of Oz. Scarecrow, this is Miss Scraps Patches;
+Scraps, this is the Scarecrow. Scarecrow&mdash;Scraps; Scraps&mdash;Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They both bowed with much dignity.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Forgive me for staring so rudely,&quot; said the Scarecrow, &quot;but you are the
+most beautiful sight my eyes have ever beheld.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is a high compliment from one who is himself so beautiful,&quot;
+murmured Scraps, casting down her suspender-button eyes by lowering her
+head. &quot;But, tell me, good sir, are you not a trifle lumpy?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, of course; that's my straw, you know. It bunches up, sometimes, in
+spite of all my efforts to keep it even. Doesn't your straw ever bunch?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, I'm stuffed with cotton,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;It never bunches, but it's
+inclined to pack down and make me sag.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But cotton is a high-grade stuffing. I may say it is even more stylish,
+not to say aristocratic, than straw,&quot; said the Scarecrow politely.
+&quot;Still, it is but proper that one so entrancingly lovely should have the
+best stuffing there is going. I&mdash;er&mdash;I'm so glad I've met you, Miss
+Scraps! Introduce us again, Shaggy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Once is enough,&quot; replied the Shaggy Man, laughing at his friend's
+enthusiasm.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then tell me where you found her, and&mdash;Dear me, what a queer cat! What
+are you made of&mdash;gelatine?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Pure glass,&quot; answered the cat, proud to have attracted the Scarecrow's
+attention. &quot;I am much more beautiful than the Patchwork Girl. I'm
+transparent, and Scraps isn't; I've pink brains&mdash;you can see 'em work;
+and I've a ruby heart, finely polished, while Scraps hasn't any heart at
+all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No more have I,&quot; said the Scarecrow, shaking hands with Scraps, as if
+to congratulate her on the fact. &quot;I've a friend, the Tin Woodman, who
+has a heart, but I find I get along pretty well without one. And
+so&mdash;Well, well! here's a little Munchkin boy, too. Shake hands, my
+little man. How are you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo placed his hand in the flabby stuffed glove that served the
+Scarecrow for a hand, and the Scarecrow pressed it so cordially that the
+straw in his glove crackled.</p>
+
+<p>Meantime, the Woozy had approached the Sawhorse and begun to sniff at
+it. The Sawhorse resented this familiarity and with a sudden kick
+pounded the Woozy squarely on its head with one gold-shod foot.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Take that, you monster!&quot; it cried angrily.</p>
+
+<p>The Woozy never even winked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;To be sure,&quot; he said; &quot;I'll take anything I have to. But don't make me
+angry, you wooden beast, or my eyes will flash fire and burn you up.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Sawhorse rolled its knot eyes wickedly and kicked again, but the
+Woozy trotted away and said to the Scarecrow:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What a sweet disposition that creature has! I advise you to chop it up
+for kindling-wood and use me to ride upon. My back is flat and you can't
+fall off.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think the trouble is that you haven't been properly introduced,&quot; said
+the Scarecrow, regarding the Woozy with much wonder, for he had never
+seen such a queer animal before.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Sawhorse is the favorite steed of Princess Ozma, the Ruler of the
+Land of Oz, and he lives in a stable decorated with pearls and emeralds,
+at the rear of the royal palace. He is swift as the wind, untiring, and
+is kind to his friends. All the people of Oz respect the Sawhorse
+highly, and when I visit Ozma she sometimes allows me to ride him&mdash;as I
+am doing to-day. Now you know what an important personage the Sawhorse
+is, and if some one&mdash;perhaps yourself&mdash;will tell me your name, your rank
+and station, and your history, it will give me pleasure to relate them
+to the Sawhorse. This will lead to mutual respect and friendship.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Woozy was somewhat abashed by this speech and did not know how to
+reply. But Ojo said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This square beast is called the Woozy, and he isn't of much importance
+except that he has three hairs growing on the tip of his tail.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Scarecrow looked and saw that this was true.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; said he, in a puzzled way, &quot;what makes those three hairs
+important? The Shaggy Man has thousands of hairs, but no one has ever
+accused him of being important.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So Ojo related the sad story of Unc Nunkie's transformation into a
+marble statue, and told how he had set out to find the things the
+Crooked Magician wanted, in order to make a charm that would restore his
+uncle to life. One of the requirements was three hairs from a Woozy's
+tail, but not being able to pull out the hairs they had been obliged to
+take the Woozy with them.</p>
+
+<p>The Scarecrow looked grave as he listened and he shook his head several
+times, as if in disapproval.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We must see Ozma about this matter,&quot; he said. &quot;That Crooked Magician is
+breaking the Law by practicing magic without a license, and I'm not sure
+Ozma will allow him to restore your uncle to life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Already I have warned the boy of that,&quot; declared the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>At this Ojo began to cry. &quot;I want my Unc Nunkie!&quot; he exclaimed. &quot;I know
+how he can be restored to life, and I'm going to do it&mdash;Ozma or no Ozma!
+What right has this girl Ruler to keep my Unc Nunkie a statue forever?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't worry about that just now,&quot; advised the Scarecrow. &quot;Go on to the
+Emerald City, and when you reach it have the Shaggy Man take you to see
+Dorothy. Tell her your story and I'm sure she will help you. Dorothy is
+Ozma's best friend, and if you can win her to your side your uncle is
+pretty safe to live again.&quot; Then he turned to the Woozy and said: &quot;I'm
+afraid you are not important enough to be introduced to the Sawhorse,
+after all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm a better beast than he is,&quot; retorted the Woozy, indignantly. &quot;My
+eyes can flash fire, and his can't.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is this true?&quot; inquired the Scarecrow, turning to the Munchkin boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said Ojo, and told how the Woozy had set fire to the fence.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Have you any other accomplishments?&quot; asked the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I have a most terrible growl&mdash;that is, sometimes,&quot; said the Woozy, as
+Scraps laughed merrily and the Shaggy Man smiled. But the Patchwork
+Girl's laugh made the Scarecrow forget all about the Woozy. He said to
+her:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What an admirable young lady you are, and what jolly good company! We
+must be better acquainted, for never before have I met a girl with such
+exquisite coloring or such natural, artless manners.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No wonder they call you the Wise Scarecrow,&quot; replied Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;When you arrive at the Emerald City I will see you again,&quot; continued
+the Scarecrow. &quot;Just now I am going to call upon an old friend&mdash;an
+ordinary young lady named Jinjur&mdash;who has promised to repaint my left
+ear for me. You may have noticed that the paint on my left ear has
+peeled off and faded, which affects my hearing on that side. Jinjur
+always fixes me up when I get weather-worn.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;When do you expect to return to the Emerald City?&quot; asked the Shaggy
+Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll be there this evening, for I'm anxious to have a long talk with
+Miss Scraps. How is it, Sawhorse; are you equal to a swift run?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Anything that suits you suits me,&quot; returned the wooden horse.</p>
+
+<p>So the Scarecrow mounted to the jeweled saddle and waved his hat, when
+the Sawhorse darted away so swiftly that they were out of sight in an
+instant.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Fourteen" id="Chapter_Fourteen" />Chapter Fourteen</h2>
+
+<h3>Ojo Breaks the Law</h3>
+
+
+<p>&quot;What a queer man,&quot; remarked the Munchkin boy, when the party had
+resumed its journey.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And so nice and polite,&quot; added Scraps, bobbing her head. &quot;I think he is
+the handsomest man I've seen since I came to life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Handsome is as handsome does,&quot; quoted the Shaggy Man; &quot;but we must
+admit that no living scarecrow is handsomer. The chief merit of my
+friend is that he is a great thinker, and in Oz it is considered good
+policy to follow his advice.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I didn't notice any brains in his head,&quot; observed the Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You can't see 'em work, but they're there, all right,&quot; declared the
+Shaggy Man. &quot;I hadn't much confidence in his brains myself, when first I
+came to Oz, for a humbug Wizard gave them to him; but I was soon
+convinced that the Scarecrow is really wise; and, unless his brains make
+him so, such wisdom is unaccountable.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is the Wizard of Oz a humbug?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not now. He was once, but he has reformed and now assists Glinda the
+Good, who is the Royal Sorceress of Oz and the only one licensed to
+practice magic or sorcery. Glinda has taught our old Wizard a good many
+clever things, so he is no longer a humbug.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They walked a little while in silence and then Ojo said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If Ozma forbids the Crooked Magician to restore Unc Nunkie to life,
+what shall I do?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Shaggy Man shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;In that case you can't do anything,&quot; he said. &quot;But don't be discouraged
+yet. We will go to Princess Dorothy and tell her your troubles, and then
+we will let her talk to Ozma. Dorothy has the kindest little heart in
+the world, and she has been through so many troubles herself that she is
+sure to sympathize with you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is Dorothy the little girl who came here from Kansas?&quot; asked the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes. In Kansas she was Dorothy Gale. I used to know her there, and she
+brought me to the Land of Oz. But now Ozma has made her a Princess, and
+Dorothy's Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are here, too.&quot; Here the Shaggy Man
+uttered a long sigh, and then he continued: &quot;It's a queer country, this
+Land of Oz; but I like it, nevertheless.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What is queer about it?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You, for instance,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Did you see no girls as beautiful as I am in your own country?&quot; she
+inquired.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;None with the same gorgeous, variegated beauty,&quot; he confessed. &quot;In
+America a girl stuffed with cotton wouldn't be alive, nor would anyone
+think of making a girl out of a patchwork quilt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What a queer country America must be!&quot; she exclaimed in great surprise.
+&quot;The Scarecrow, whom you say is wise, told me I am the most beautiful
+creature he has ever seen.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know; and perhaps you are&mdash;from a scarecrow point of view,&quot; replied
+the Shaggy Man; but why he smiled as he said it Scraps could not
+imagine.</p>
+
+<p>As they drew nearer to the Emerald City the travelers were filled with
+admiration for the splendid scenery they beheld. Handsome houses stood
+on both sides of the road and each had a green lawn before it as well as
+a pretty flower garden.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;In another hour,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, &quot;we shall come in sight of the
+walls of the Royal City.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He was walking ahead, with Scraps, and behind them came the Woozy and
+the Glass Cat. Ojo had lagged behind, for in spite of the warnings he
+had received the boy's eyes were fastened on the clover that bordered
+the road of yellow bricks and he was eager to discover if such a thing
+as a six-leaved clover really existed.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly he stopped short and bent over to examine the ground more
+closely. Yes; here at last was a clover with six spreading leaves. He
+counted them carefully, to make sure. In an instant his heart leaped
+with joy, for this was one of the important things he had come for&mdash;one
+of the things that would restore dear Unc Nunkie to life.</p>
+
+<p>He glanced ahead and saw that none of his companions was looking back.
+Neither were any other people about, for it was midway between two
+houses. The temptation was too strong to be resisted.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I might search for weeks and weeks, and never find another six-leaved
+clover,&quot; he told himself, and quickly plucking the stem from the plant
+he placed the prized clover in his basket, covering it with the other
+things he carried there. Then, trying to look as if nothing had
+happened, he hurried forward and overtook his comrades.</p>
+
+<p>The Emerald City, which is the most splendid as well as the most
+beautiful city in any fairyland, is surrounded by a high, thick wall of
+green marble, polished smooth and set with glistening emeralds. There
+are four gates, one facing the Munchkin Country, one facing the Country
+of the Winkies, one facing the Country of the Quadlings and one facing
+the Country of the Gillikins. The Emerald City lies directly in the
+center of these four important countries of Oz. The gates had bars of
+pure gold, and on either side of each gateway were built high towers,
+from which floated gay banners. Other towers were set at distances along
+the walls, which were broad enough for four people to walk abreast upon.</p>
+
+<p>This enclosure, all green and gold and glittering with precious gems,
+was indeed a wonderful sight to greet our travelers, who first observed
+it from the top of a little hill; but beyond the wall was the vast city
+it surrounded, and hundreds of jeweled spires, domes and minarets,
+flaunting flags and banners, reared their crests far above the towers of
+the gateways. In the center of the city our friends could see the tops
+of many magnificent trees, some nearly as tall as the spires of the
+buildings, and the Shaggy Man told them that these trees were in the
+royal gardens of Princess Ozma.</p>
+
+<p>They stood a long time on the hilltop, feasting their eyes on the
+splendor of the Emerald City.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Whee!&quot; exclaimed Scraps, clasping her padded hands in ecstacy, &quot;that'll
+do for me to live in, all right. No more of the Munchkin Country for
+these patches&mdash;and no more of the Crooked Magician!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, you belong to Dr. Pipt,&quot; replied Ojo, looking at her in amazement.
+&quot;You were made for a servant, Scraps, so you are personal property and
+not your own mistress.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Bother Dr. Pipt! If he wants me, let him come here and get me. I'll not
+go back to his den of my own accord; that's certain. Only one place in
+the Land of Oz is fit to live in, and that's the Emerald City. It's
+lovely! It's almost as beautiful as I am, Ojo.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;In this country,&quot; remarked the Shaggy Man, &quot;people live wherever our
+Ruler tells them to. It wouldn't do to have everyone live in the Emerald
+City, you know, for some must plow the land and raise grains and fruits
+and vegetables, while others chop wood in the forests, or fish in the
+rivers, or herd the sheep and the cattle.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Poor things!&quot; said Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm not sure they are not happier than the city people,&quot; replied the
+Shaggy Man. &quot;There's a freedom and independence in country life that not
+even the Emerald City can give one. I know that lots of the city people
+would like to get back to the land. The Scarecrow lives in the country,
+and so do the Tin Woodman and Jack Pumpkinhead; yet all three would be
+welcome to live in Ozma's palace if they cared to. Too much splendor
+becomes tiresome, you know. But, if we're to reach the Emerald City
+before sundown, we must hurry, for it is yet a long way off.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The entrancing sight of the city had put new energy into them all and
+they hurried forward with lighter steps than before. There was much to
+interest them along the roadway, for the houses were now set more
+closely together and they met a good many people who were coming or
+going from one place or another. All these seemed happy-faced, pleasant
+people, who nodded graciously to the strangers as they passed, and
+exchanged words of greeting.</p>
+
+<p>At last they reached the great gateway, just as the sun was setting and
+adding its red glow to the glitter of the emeralds on the green walls
+and spires. Somewhere inside the city a band could be heard playing
+sweet music; a soft, subdued hum, as of many voices, reached their ears;
+from the neighboring yards came the low mooing of cows waiting to be
+milked.</p>
+
+<p>They were almost at the gate when the golden bars slid back and a tall
+soldier stepped out and faced them. Ojo thought he had never seen so
+tall a man before. The soldier wore a handsome green and gold uniform,
+with a tall hat in which was a waving plume, and he had a belt thickly
+encrusted with jewels. But the most peculiar thing about him was his
+long green beard, which fell far below his waist and perhaps made him
+seem taller than he really was.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Halt!&quot; said the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, not in a stern voice
+but rather in a friendly tone.</p>
+
+<p>They halted before he spoke and stood looking at him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good evening, Colonel,&quot; said the Shaggy Man. &quot;What's the news since I
+left? Anything important?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Billina has hatched out thirteen new chickens,&quot; replied the Soldier
+with the Green Whiskers, &quot;and they're the cutest little fluffy yellow
+balls you ever saw. The Yellow Hen is mighty proud of those children, I
+can tell you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;She has a right to be,&quot; agreed the Shaggy Man. &quot;Let me see; that's
+about seven thousand chicks she has hatched out; isn't it, General?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That, at least,&quot; was the reply. &quot;You will have to visit Billina and
+congratulate her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It will give me pleasure to do that,&quot; said the Shaggy Man. &quot;But you
+will observe that I have brought some strangers home with me. I am going
+to take them to see Dorothy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;One moment, please,&quot; said the soldier, barring their way as they
+started to enter the gate. &quot;I am on duty, and I have orders to execute.
+Is anyone in your party named Ojo the Unlucky?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, that's me!&quot; cried Ojo, astonished at hearing his name on the lips
+of a stranger.</p>
+
+<p>The Soldier with the Green Whiskers nodded. &quot;I thought so,&quot; said he,
+&quot;and I am sorry to announce that it is my painful duty to arrest you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Arrest me!&quot; exclaimed the boy. &quot;What for?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I haven't looked to see,&quot; answered the soldier. Then he drew a paper
+from his breast pocket and glanced at it. &quot;Oh, yes; you are to be
+arrested for willfully breaking one of the Laws of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Breaking a law!&quot; said Scraps. &quot;Nonsense, Soldier; you're joking.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not this time,&quot; returned the soldier, with a sigh. &quot;My dear child&mdash;what
+are you, a rummage sale or a guess-me-quick?&mdash;in me you behold the
+Body-Guard of our gracious Ruler, Princess Ozma, as well as the Royal
+Army of Oz and the Police Force of the Emerald City.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And only one man!&quot; exclaimed the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Only one, and plenty enough. In my official positions I've had nothing
+to do for a good many years&mdash;so long that I began to fear I was
+absolutely useless&mdash;until to-day. An hour ago I was called to the
+presence of her Highness, Ozma of Oz, and told to arrest a boy named Ojo
+the Unlucky, who was journeying from the Munchkin Country to the Emerald
+City and would arrive in a short time. This command so astonished me
+that I nearly fainted, for it is the first time anyone has merited
+arrest since I can remember. You are rightly named Ojo the Unlucky, my
+poor boy, since you have broken a Law of Oz.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But you are wrong,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;Ozma is wrong&mdash;you are all wrong&mdash;for
+Ojo has broken no Law.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then he will soon be free again,&quot; replied the Soldier with the Green
+Whiskers. &quot;Anyone accused of crime is given a fair trial by our Ruler
+and has every chance to prove his innocence. But just now Ozma's orders
+must be obeyed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>With this he took from his pocket a pair of handcuffs made of gold and
+set with rubies and diamonds, and these he snapped over Ojo's wrists.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Fifteen" id="Chapter_Fifteen" />Chapter Fifteen</h2>
+
+<h3>Ozma's Prisoner</h3>
+
+
+<p>The boy was so bewildered by this calamity that he made no resistance at
+all. He knew very well he was guilty, but it surprised him that Ozma
+also knew it. He wondered how she had found out so soon that he had
+picked the six-leaved clover. He handed his basket to Scraps and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Keep that, until I get out of prison. If I never get out, take it to
+the Crooked Magician, to whom it belongs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Shaggy Man had been gazing earnestly in the boy's face, uncertain
+whether to defend him or not; but something he read in Ojo's expression
+made him draw back and refuse to interfere to save him. The Shaggy Man
+was greatly surprised and grieved, but he knew that Ozma never made
+mistakes and so Ojo must really have broken the Law of Oz.</p>
+
+<p>The Soldier with the Green Whiskers now led them all through the gate
+and into a little room built in the wall. Here sat a jolly little man,
+richly dressed in green and having around his neck a heavy gold chain to
+which a number of great golden keys were attached. This was the Guardian
+of the Gate and at the moment they entered his room he was playing a
+tune upon a mouth-organ.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Listen!&quot; he said, holding up his hand for silence. &quot;I've just composed
+a tune called 'The Speckled Alligator.' It's in patch-time, which is
+much superior to rag-time, and I've composed it in honor of the
+Patchwork Girl, who has just arrived.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How did you know I had arrived?&quot; asked Scraps, much interested.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's my business to know who's coming, for I'm the Guardian of the
+Gate. Keep quiet while I play you 'The Speckled Alligator.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>It wasn't a very bad tune, nor a very good one, but all listened
+respectfully while he shut his eyes and swayed his head from side to
+side and blew the notes from the little instrument. When it was all over
+the Soldier with the Green Whiskers said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Guardian, I have here a prisoner.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good gracious! A prisoner?&quot; cried the little man, jumping up from his
+chair. &quot;Which one? Not the Shaggy Man?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; this boy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah; I hope his fault is as small as himself,&quot; said the Guardian of the
+Gate. &quot;But what can he have done, and what made him do it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't say,&quot; replied the soldier. &quot;All I know is that he has broken the
+Law.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But no one ever does that!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then he must be innocent, and soon will be released. I hope you are
+right, Guardian. Just now I am ordered to take him to prison. Get me a
+prisoner's robe from your Official Wardrobe.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Guardian unlocked a closet and took from it a white robe, which the
+soldier threw over Ojo. It covered him from head to foot, but had two
+holes just in front of his eyes, so he could see where to go. In this
+attire the boy presented a very quaint appearance.</p>
+
+<p>As the Guardian unlocked a gate leading from his room into the streets
+of the Emerald City, the Shaggy Man said to Scraps:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think I shall take you directly to Dorothy, as the Scarecrow advised,
+and the Glass Cat and the Woozy may come with us. Ojo must go to prison
+with the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, but he will be well treated
+and you need not worry about him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What will they do with him?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That I cannot tell. Since I came to the Land of Oz no one has ever been
+arrested or imprisoned&mdash;until Ojo broke the Law.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Seems to me that girl Ruler of yours is making a big fuss over
+nothing,&quot; remarked Scraps, tossing her yarn hair out of her eyes with a
+jerk of her patched head. &quot;I don't know what Ojo has done, but it
+couldn't be anything very bad, for you and I were with him all the
+time.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Shaggy Man made no reply to this speech and presently the Patchwork
+Girl forgot all about Ojo in her admiration of the wonderful city she
+had entered.</p>
+
+<p>They soon separated from the Munchkin boy, who was led by the Soldier
+with the Green Whiskers down a side street toward the prison. Ojo felt
+very miserable and greatly ashamed of himself, but he was beginning to
+grow angry because he was treated in such a disgraceful manner. Instead
+of entering the splendid Emerald City as a respectable traveler who was
+entitled to a welcome and to hospitality, he was being brought in as a
+criminal, handcuffed and in a robe that told all he met of his deep
+disgrace.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was by nature gentle and affectionate and if he had disobeyed the
+Law of Oz it was to restore his dear Unc Nunkie to life. His fault was
+more thoughtless than wicked, but that did not alter the fact that he
+had committed a fault. At first he had felt sorrow and remorse, but the
+more he thought about the unjust treatment he had received&mdash;unjust
+merely because he considered it so&mdash;the more he resented his arrest,
+blaming Ozma for making foolish laws and then punishing folks who broke
+them. Only a six-leaved clover! A tiny green plant growing neglected and
+trampled under foot. What harm could there be in picking it? Ojo began
+to think Ozma must be a very bad and oppressive Ruler for such a lovely
+fairyland as Oz. The Shaggy Man said the people loved her; but how could
+they?</p>
+
+<p>The little Munchkin boy was so busy thinking these things&mdash;which many
+guilty prisoners have thought before him&mdash;that he scarcely noticed all
+the splendor of the city streets through which they passed. Whenever
+they met any of the happy, smiling people, the boy turned his head away
+in shame, although none knew who was beneath the robe.</p>
+
+<p>By and by they reached a house built just beside the great city wall,
+but in a quiet, retired place. It was a pretty house, neatly painted and
+with many windows. Before it was a garden filled with blooming flowers.
+The Soldier with the Green Whiskers led Ojo up the gravel path to the
+front door, on which he knocked.</p>
+
+<p>A woman opened the door and, seeing Ojo in his white robe, exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Goodness me! A prisoner at last. But what a small one, Soldier.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The size doesn't matter, Tollydiggle, my dear. The fact remains that he
+is a prisoner,&quot; said the soldier. &quot;And, this being the prison, and you
+the jailer, it is my duty to place the prisoner in your charge.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;True. Come in, then, and I'll give you a receipt for him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They entered the house and passed through a hall to a large circular
+room, where the woman pulled the robe off from Ojo and looked at him
+with kindly interest. The boy, on his part, was gazing around him in
+amazement, for never had he dreamed of such a magnificent apartment as
+this in which he stood. The roof of the dome was of colored glass,
+worked into beautiful designs. The walls were paneled with plates of
+gold decorated with gems of great size and many colors, and upon the
+tiled floor were soft rugs delightful to walk upon. The furniture was
+framed in gold and upholstered in satin brocade and it consisted of easy
+chairs, divans and stools in great variety. Also there were several
+tables with mirror tops and cabinets filled with rare and curious
+things. In one place a case filled with books stood against the wall,
+and elsewhere Ojo saw a cupboard containing all sorts of games.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;May I stay here a little while before I go to prison?&quot; asked the boy,
+pleadingly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, this is your prison,&quot; replied Tollydiggle, &quot;and in me behold your
+jailor. Take off those handcuffs, Soldier, for it is impossible for
+anyone to escape from this house.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know that very well,&quot; replied the soldier and at once unlocked the
+handcuffs and released the prisoner.</p>
+
+<p>The woman touched a button on the wall and lighted a big chandelier that
+hung suspended from the ceiling, for it was growing dark outside. Then
+she seated herself at a desk and asked:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What name?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ojo the Unlucky,&quot; answered the Soldier with the Green Whiskers.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Unlucky? Ah, that accounts for it,&quot; said she. &quot;What crime?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Breaking a Law of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right. There's your receipt, Soldier; and now I'm responsible for
+the prisoner. I'm glad of it, for this is the first time I've ever had
+anything to do, in my official capacity,&quot; remarked the jailer, in a
+pleased tone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's the same with me, Tollydiggle,&quot; laughed the soldier. &quot;But my task
+is finished and I must go and report to Ozma that I've done my duty like
+a faithful Police Force, a loyal Army and an honest Body-Guard&mdash;as I
+hope I am.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Saying this, he nodded farewell to Tollydiggle and Ojo and went away.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now, then,&quot; said the woman briskly, &quot;I must get you some supper, for
+you are doubtless hungry. What would you prefer: planked whitefish,
+omelet with jelly or mutton-chops with gravy?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo thought about it. Then he said: &quot;I'll take the chops, if you
+please.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Very well; amuse yourself while I'm gone; I won't be long,&quot; and then
+she went out by a door and left the prisoner alone.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was much astonished, for not only was this unlike any prison he had
+ever heard of, but he was being treated more as a guest than a criminal.
+There were many windows and they had no locks. There were three doors to
+the room and none were bolted. He cautiously opened one of the doors and
+found it led into a hallway. But he had no intention of trying to
+escape. If his jailor was willing to trust him in this way he would not
+betray her trust, and moreover a hot supper was being prepared for him
+and his prison was very pleasant and comfortable. So he took a book from
+the case and sat down in a big chair to look at the pictures.</p>
+
+<p>This amused him until the woman came in with a large tray and spread a
+cloth on one of the tables. Then she arranged his supper, which proved
+the most varied and delicious meal Ojo had ever eaten in his life.</p>
+
+<p>Tollydiggle sat near him while he ate, sewing on some fancy work she
+held in her lap. When he had finished she cleared the table and then
+read to him a story from one of the books.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is this really a prison?&quot; he asked, when she had finished reading.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Indeed it is,&quot; she replied. &quot;It is the only prison in the Land of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And am I a prisoner?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Bless the child! Of course.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then why is the prison so fine, and why are you so kind to me?&quot; he
+earnestly asked.</p>
+
+<p>Tollydiggle seemed surprised by the question, but she presently
+answered:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We consider a prisoner unfortunate. He is unfortunate in two
+ways&mdash;because he has done something wrong and because he is deprived of
+his liberty. Therefore we should treat him kindly, because of his
+misfortune, for otherwise he would become hard and bitter and would not
+be sorry he had done wrong. Ozma thinks that one who has committed a
+fault did so because he was not strong and brave; therefore she puts him
+in prison to make him strong and brave. When that is accomplished he is
+no longer a prisoner, but a good and loyal citizen and everyone is glad
+that he is now strong enough to resist doing wrong. You see, it is
+kindness that makes one strong and brave; and so we are kind to our
+prisoners.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo thought this over very carefully. &quot;I had an idea,&quot; said he, &quot;that
+prisoners were always treated harshly, to punish them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That would be dreadful!&quot; cried Tollydiggle. &quot;Isn't one punished enough
+in knowing he has done wrong? Don't you wish, Ojo, with all your heart,
+that you had not been disobedient and broken a Law of Oz?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I&mdash;I hate to be different from other people,&quot; he admitted.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; one likes to be respected as highly as his neighbors are,&quot; said
+the woman. &quot;When you are tried and found guilty, you will be obliged to
+make amends, in some way. I don't know just what Ozma will do to you,
+because this is the first time one of us has broken a Law; but you may
+be sure she will be just and merciful. Here in the Emerald City people
+are too happy and contented ever to do wrong; but perhaps you came from
+some faraway corner of our land, and having no love for Ozma carelessly
+broke one of her Laws.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said Ojo, &quot;I've lived all my life in the heart of a lonely
+forest, where I saw no one but dear Unc Nunkie.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I thought so,&quot; said Tollydiggle. &quot;But now we have talked enough, so let
+us play a game until bedtime.&quot;</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Sixteen" id="Chapter_Sixteen" />Chapter Sixteen</h2>
+
+<h3>Princess Dorothy</h3>
+
+
+<p>Dorothy Gale was sitting in one of her rooms in the royal palace, while
+curled up at her feet was a little black dog with a shaggy coat and very
+bright eyes. She wore a plain white frock, without any jewels or other
+ornaments except an emerald-green hair-ribbon, for Dorothy was a simple
+little girl and had not been in the least spoiled by the magnificence
+surrounding her. Once the child had lived on the Kansas prairies, but
+she seemed marked for adventure, for she had made several trips to the
+Land of Oz before she came to live there for good. Her very best friend
+was the beautiful Ozma of Oz, who loved Dorothy so well that she kept
+her in her own palace, so as to be near her. The girl's Uncle Henry and
+Aunt Em&mdash;the only relatives she had in the world&mdash;had also been brought
+here by Ozma and given a pleasant home. Dorothy knew almost everybody in
+Oz, and it was she who had discovered the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and
+the Cowardly Lion, as well as Tik-Tok the Clockwork Man. Her life was
+very pleasant now, and although she had been made a Princess of Oz by
+her friend Ozma she did not care much to be a Princess and remained as
+sweet as when she had been plain Dorothy Gale of Kansas.</p>
+
+<p>Dorothy was reading in a book this evening when Jellia Jamb, the
+favorite servant-maid of the palace, came to say that the Shaggy Man
+wanted to see her.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right,&quot; said Dorothy; &quot;tell him to come right up.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But he has some queer creatures with him&mdash;some of the queerest I've
+ever laid eyes on,&quot; reported Jellia.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind; let 'em all come up,&quot; replied Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>But when the door opened to admit not only the Shaggy Man, but Scraps,
+the Woozy and the Glass Cat, Dorothy jumped up and looked at her strange
+visitors in amazement. The Patchwork Girl was the most curious of all
+and Dorothy was uncertain at first whether Scraps was really alive or
+only a dream or a nightmare. Toto, her dog, slowly uncurled himself and
+going to the Patchwork Girl sniffed at her inquiringly; but soon he lay
+down again, as if to say he had no interest in such an irregular
+creation.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You're a new one to me,&quot; Dorothy said reflectively, addressing the
+Patchwork Girl. &quot;I can't imagine where you've come from.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who, me?&quot; asked Scraps, looking around the pretty room instead of at
+the girl. &quot;Oh, I came from a bed-quilt, I guess. That's what they say,
+anyhow. Some call it a crazy-quilt and some a patchwork quilt. But my
+name is Scraps&mdash;and now you know all about me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not quite all,&quot; returned Dorothy with a smile. &quot;I wish you'd tell me
+how you came to be alive.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's an easy job,&quot; said Scraps, sitting upon a big upholstered chair
+and making the springs bounce her up and down. &quot;Margolotte wanted a
+slave, so she made me out of an old bed-quilt she didn't use. Cotton
+stuffing, suspender-button eyes, red velvet tongue, pearl beads for
+teeth. The Crooked Magician made a Powder of Life, sprinkled me with it
+and&mdash;here I am. Perhaps you've noticed my different colors. A very
+refined and educated gentleman named the Scarecrow, whom I met, told me
+I am the most beautiful creature in all Oz, and I believe it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh! Have you met our Scarecrow, then?&quot; asked Dorothy, a little puzzled
+to understand the brief history related.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; isn't he jolly?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Scarecrow has many good qualities,&quot; replied Dorothy. &quot;But I'm sorry
+to hear all this 'bout the Crooked Magician. Ozma'll be mad as hops when
+she hears he's been doing magic again. She told him not to.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He only practices magic for the benefit of his own family,&quot; explained
+Bungle, who was keeping at a respectful distance from the little black
+dog.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dear me,&quot; said Dorothy; &quot;I hadn't noticed you before. Are you glass, or
+what?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm glass, and transparent, too, which is more than can be said of some
+folks,&quot; answered the cat. &quot;Also I have some lovely pink brains; you can
+see 'em work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh; is that so? Come over here and let me see.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Glass Cat hesitated, eyeing the dog.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Send that beast away and I will,&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Beast! Why, that's my dog Toto, an' he's the kindest dog in all the
+world. Toto knows a good many things, too; 'most as much as I do, I
+guess.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why doesn't he say anything?&quot; asked Bungle.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He can't talk, not being a fairy dog,&quot; explained Dorothy. &quot;He's just a
+common United States dog; but that's a good deal; and I understand him,
+and he understands me, just as well as if he could talk.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Toto, at this, got up and rubbed his head softly against Dorothy's hand,
+which she held out to him, and he looked up into her face as if he had
+understood every word she had said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This cat, Toto,&quot; she said to him, &quot;is made of glass, so you mustn't
+bother it, or chase it, any more than you do my Pink Kitten. It's
+prob'ly brittle and might break if it bumped against anything.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Woof!&quot; said Toto, and that meant he understood.</p>
+
+<p>The Glass Cat was so proud of her pink brains that she ventured to come
+close to Dorothy, in order that the girl might &quot;see 'em work.&quot; This was
+really interesting, but when Dorothy patted the cat she found the glass
+cold and hard and unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle would
+never do for a pet.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What do you know about the Crooked Magician who lives on the mountain?&quot;
+asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He made me,&quot; replied the cat; &quot;so I know all about him. The Patchwork
+Girl is new&mdash;three or four days old&mdash;but I've lived with Dr. Pipt for
+years; and, though I don't much care for him, I will say that he has
+always refused to work magic for any of the people who come to his
+house. He thinks there's no harm in doing magic things for his own
+family, and he made me out of glass because the meat cats drink too much
+milk. He also made Scraps come to life so she could do the housework for
+his wife Margolotte.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then why did you both leave him?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think you'd better let me explain that,&quot; interrupted the Shaggy Man,
+and then he told Dorothy all of Ojo's story and how Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte had accidentally been turned to marble by the Liquid of
+Petrifaction. Then he related how the boy had started out in search of
+the things needed to make the magic charm, which would restore the
+unfortunates to life, and how he had found the Woozy and taken him along
+because he could not pull the three hairs out of its tail. Dorothy
+listened to all this with much interest, and thought that so far Ojo had
+acted very well. But when the Shaggy Man told her of the Munchkin boy's
+arrest by the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, because he was accused of
+wilfully breaking a Law of Oz, the little girl was greatly shocked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What do you s'pose he's done?&quot; she asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I fear he has picked a six-leaved clover,&quot; answered the Shaggy Man,
+sadly. &quot;I did not see him do it, and I warned him that to do so was
+against the Law; but perhaps that is what he did, nevertheless.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm sorry 'bout that,&quot; said Dorothy gravely, &quot;for now there will be no
+one to help his poor uncle and Margolotte 'cept this Patchwork Girl, the
+Woozy and the Glass Cat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't mention it,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;That's no affair of mine. Margolotte
+and Unc Nunkie are perfect strangers to me, for the moment I came to
+life they came to marble.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I see,&quot; remarked Dorothy with a sigh of regret; &quot;the woman forgot to
+give you a heart.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm glad she did,&quot; retorted the Patchwork Girl. &quot;A heart must be a
+great annoyance to one. It makes a person feel sad or sorry or devoted
+or sympathetic&mdash;all of which sensations interfere with one's happiness.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I have a heart,&quot; murmured the Glass Cat. &quot;It's made of a ruby; but I
+don't imagine I shall let it bother me about helping Unc Nunkie and
+Margolotte.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's a pretty hard heart of yours,&quot; said Dorothy. &quot;And the Woozy, of
+course&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, as for me,&quot; observed the Woozy, who was reclining on the floor
+with his legs doubled under him, so that he looked much like a square
+box, &quot;I have never seen those unfortunate people you are speaking of,
+and yet I am sorry for them, having at times been unfortunate myself.
+When I was shut up in that forest I longed for some one to help me, and
+by and by Ojo came and did help me. So I'm willing to help his uncle.
+I'm only a stupid beast, Dorothy, but I can't help that, and if you'll
+tell me what to do to help Ojo and his uncle, I'll gladly do it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Dorothy walked over and patted the Woozy on his square head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You're not pretty,&quot; she said, &quot;but I like you. What are you able to do;
+anything 'special?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I can make my eyes flash fire&mdash;real fire&mdash;when I'm angry. When anyone
+says: 'Krizzle-Kroo' to me I get angry, and then my eyes flash fire.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't see as fireworks could help Ojo's uncle,&quot; remarked Dorothy.
+&quot;Can you do anything else?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I&mdash;I thought I had a very terrifying growl,&quot; said the Woozy, with
+hesitation; &quot;but perhaps I was mistaken.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, &quot;you were certainly wrong about that.&quot; Then
+he turned to Dorothy and added: &quot;What will become of the Munchkin boy?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't know,&quot; she said, shaking her head thoughtfully. &quot;Ozma will see
+him 'bout it, of course, and then she'll punish him. But how, I don't
+know, 'cause no one ever has been punished in Oz since I knew anything
+about the place. Too bad, Shaggy Man, isn't it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>While they were talking Scraps had been roaming around the room and
+looking at all the pretty things it contained. She had carried Ojo's
+basket in her hand, until now, when she decided to see what was inside
+it. She found the bread and cheese, which she had no use for, and the
+bundle of charms, which were curious but quite a mystery to her. Then,
+turning these over, she came upon the six-leaved clover which the boy
+had plucked.</p>
+
+<p>Scraps was quick-witted, and although she had no heart she recognized
+the fact that Ojo was her first friend. She knew at once that because
+the boy had taken the clover he had been imprisoned, and she understood
+that Ojo had given her the basket so they would not find the clover in
+his possession and have proof of his crime. So, turning her head to see
+that no one noticed her, she took the clover from the basket and dropped
+it into a golden vase that stood on Dorothy's table. Then she came
+forward and said to Dorothy:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I wouldn't care to help Ojo's uncle, but I will help Ojo. He did not
+break the Law&mdash;no one can prove he did&mdash;and that green-whiskered soldier
+had no right to arrest him.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ozma ordered the boy's arrest,&quot; said Dorothy, &quot;and of course she knew
+what she was doing. But if you can prove Ojo is innocent they will set
+him free at once.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;They'll have to prove him guilty, won't they?'' asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I s'pose so.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, they can't do that,&quot; declared the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>As it was nearly time for Dorothy to dine with Ozma, which she did every
+evening, she rang for a servant and ordered the Woozy taken to a nice
+room and given plenty of such food as he liked best.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's honey-bees,&quot; said the Woozy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You can't eat honey-bees, but you'll be given something just as nice,&quot;
+Dorothy told him. Then she had the Glass Cat taken to another room for
+the night and the Patchwork Girl she kept in one of her own rooms, for
+she was much interested in the strange creature and wanted to talk with
+her again and try to understand her better.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Seventeen" id="Chapter_Seventeen" />Chapter Seventeen</h2>
+
+<h3>Ozma and Her Friends</h3>
+
+
+<p>The Shaggy Man had a room of his own in the royal palace, so there he
+went to change his shaggy suit of clothes for another just as shaggy but
+not so dusty from travel. He selected a costume of pea-green and pink
+satin and velvet, with embroidered shags on all the edges and iridescent
+pearls for ornaments. Then he bathed in an alabaster pool and brushed
+his shaggy hair and whiskers the wrong way to make them still more
+shaggy. This accomplished, and arrayed in his splendid shaggy garments,
+he went to Ozma's banquet hall and found the Scarecrow, the Wizard and
+Dorothy already assembled there. The Scarecrow had made a quick trip and
+returned to the Emerald City with his left ear freshly painted.</p>
+
+<p>A moment later, while they all stood in waiting, a servant threw open a
+door, the orchestra struck up a tune and Ozma of Oz entered.</p>
+
+<p>Much has been told and written concerning the beauty of person and
+character of this sweet girl Ruler of the Land of Oz&mdash;the richest, the
+happiest and most delightful fairyland of which we have any knowledge.
+Yet with all her queenly qualities Ozma was a real girl and enjoyed the
+things in life that other real girls enjoy. When she sat on her splendid
+emerald throne in the great Throne Room of her palace and made laws and
+settled disputes and tried to keep all her subjects happy and contented,
+she was as dignified and demure as any queen might be; but when she had
+thrown aside her jeweled robe of state and her sceptre, and had retired
+to her private apartments, the girl&mdash;joyous, light-hearted and
+free&mdash;replaced the sedate Ruler.</p>
+
+<p>In the banquet hall to-night were gathered only old and trusted friends,
+so here Ozma was herself&mdash;a mere girl. She greeted Dorothy with a kiss,
+the Shaggy Man with a smile, the little old Wizard with a friendly
+handshake and then she pressed the Scarecrow's stuffed arm and cried
+merrily:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What a lovely left ear! Why, it's a hundred times better than the old
+one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm glad you like it,&quot; replied the Scarecrow, well pleased. &quot;Jinjur did
+a neat job, didn't she? And my hearing is now perfect. Isn't it
+wonderful what a little paint will do, if it's properly applied?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It really is wonderful,&quot; she agreed, as they all took their seats; &quot;but
+the Sawhorse must have made his legs twinkle to have carried you so far
+in one day. I didn't expect you back before to-morrow, at the earliest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well,&quot; said the Scarecrow, &quot;I met a charming girl on the road and
+wanted to see more of her, so I hurried back.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ozma laughed.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know,&quot; she returned; &quot;it's the Patchwork Girl. She is certainly
+bewildering, if not strictly beautiful.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Have you seen her, then?&quot; the straw man eagerly asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Only in my Magic Picture, which shows me all scenes of interest in the
+Land of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I fear the picture didn't do her justice,&quot; said the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It seemed to me that nothing could be more gorgeous,&quot; declared Ozma.
+&quot;Whoever made that patchwork quilt, from which Scraps was formed, must
+have selected the gayest and brightest bits of cloth that ever were
+woven.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am glad you like her,&quot; said the Scarecrow in a satisfied tone.
+Although the straw man did not eat, not being made so he could, he often
+dined with Ozma and her companions, merely for the pleasure of talking
+with them. He sat at the table and had a napkin and plate, but the
+servants knew better than to offer him food. After a little while he
+asked: &quot;Where is the Patchwork Girl now?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;In my room,&quot; replied Dorothy. &quot;I've taken a fancy to her; she's so
+queer and&mdash;and&mdash;uncommon.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;She's half crazy, I think,&quot; added the Shaggy Man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But she is so beautiful!&quot; exclaimed the Scarecrow, as if that fact
+disarmed all criticism. They all laughed at his enthusiasm, but the
+Scarecrow was quite serious. Seeing that he was interested in Scraps
+they forbore to say anything against her. The little band of friends
+Ozma had gathered around her was so quaintly assorted that much care
+must be exercised to avoid hurting their feelings or making any one of
+them unhappy. It was this considerate kindness that held them close
+friends and enabled them to enjoy one another's society.</p>
+
+<p>Another thing they avoided was conversing on unpleasant subjects, and
+for that reason Ojo and his troubles were not mentioned during the
+dinner. The Shaggy Man, however, related his adventures with the
+monstrous plants which had seized and enfolded the travelers, and told
+how he had robbed Chiss, the giant porcupine, of the quills which it was
+accustomed to throw at people. Both Dorothy and Ozma were pleased with
+this exploit and thought it served Chiss right.</p>
+
+<p>Then they talked of the Woozy, which was the most remarkable animal any
+of them had ever before seen&mdash;except, perhaps, the live Sawhorse. Ozma
+had never known that her dominions contained such a thing as a Woozy,
+there being but one in existence and this being confined in his forest
+for many years. Dorothy said she believed the Woozy was a good beast,
+honest and faithful; but she added that she did not care much for the
+Glass Cat.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Still,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, &quot;the Glass Cat is very pretty and if she
+were not so conceited over her pink brains no one would object to her as
+a companion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Wizard had been eating silently until now, when he looked up and
+remarked:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That Powder of Life which is made by the Crooked Magician is really a
+wonderful thing. But Dr. Pipt does not know its true value and he uses
+it in the most foolish ways.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I must see about that,&quot; said Ozma, gravely. Then she smiled again and
+continued in a lighter tone: &quot;It was Dr. Pipt's famous Powder of Life
+that enabled me to become the Ruler of Oz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I've never heard that story,&quot; said the Shaggy Man, looking at Ozma
+questioningly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, when I was a baby girl I was stolen by an old Witch named Mombi
+and transformed into a boy,&quot; began the girl Ruler. &quot;I did not know who I
+was and when I grew big enough to work, the Witch made me wait upon her
+and carry wood for the fire and hoe in the garden. One day she came back
+from a journey bringing some of the Powder of Life, which Dr. Pipt had
+given her. I had made a pumpkin-headed man and set it up in her path to
+frighten her, for I was fond of fun and hated the Witch. But she knew
+what the figure was and to test her Powder of Life she sprinkled some of
+it on the man I had made. It came to life and is now our dear friend
+Jack Pumpkinhead. That night I ran away with Jack to escape punishment,
+and I took old Mombi's Powder of Life with me. During our journey we
+came upon a wooden Sawhorse standing by the road and I used the magic
+powder to bring it to life. The Sawhorse has been with me ever since.
+When I got to the Emerald City the good Sorceress, Glinda, knew who I
+was and restored me to my proper person, when I became the rightful
+Ruler of this land. So you see had not old Mombi brought home the Powder
+of Life I might never have run away from her and become Ozma of Oz, nor
+would we have had Jack Pumpkinhead and the Sawhorse to comfort and amuse
+us.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>That story interested the Shaggy Man very much, as well as the others,
+who had often heard it before. The dinner being now concluded, they all
+went to Ozma's drawing-room, where they passed a pleasant evening before
+it came time to retire.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Eighteen" id="Chapter_Eighteen" />Chapter Eighteen</h2>
+
+<h3>Ojo is Forgiven</h3>
+
+
+<p>The next morning the Soldier with the Green Whiskers went to the prison
+and took Ojo away to the royal palace, where he was summoned to appear
+before the girl Ruler for judgment. Again the soldier put upon the boy
+the jeweled handcuffs and white prisoner's robe with the peaked top and
+holes for the eyes. Ojo was so ashamed, both of his disgrace and the
+fault he had committed, that he was glad to be covered up in this way,
+so that people could not see him or know who he was. He followed the
+Soldier with the Green Whiskers very willingly, anxious that his fate
+might be decided as soon as possible.</p>
+
+<p>The inhabitants of the Emerald City were polite people and never jeered
+at the unfortunate; but it was so long since they had seen a prisoner
+that they cast many curious looks toward the boy and many of them
+hurried away to the royal palace to be present during the trial.</p>
+
+<p>When Ojo was escorted into the great Throne Room of the palace he found
+hundreds of people assembled there. In the magnificent emerald throne,
+which sparkled with countless jewels, sat Ozma of Oz in her Robe of
+State, which was embroidered with emeralds and pearls. On her right, but
+a little lower, was Dorothy, and on her left the Scarecrow. Still lower,
+but nearly in front of Ozma, sat the wonderful Wizard of Oz and on a
+small table beside him was the golden vase from Dorothy's room, into
+which Scraps had dropped the stolen clover.</p>
+
+<p>At Ozma's feet crouched two enormous beasts, each the largest and most
+powerful of its kind. Although these beasts were quite free, no one
+present was alarmed by them; for the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger
+were well known and respected in the Emerald City and they always
+guarded the Ruler when she held high court in the Throne Room. There was
+still another beast present, but this one Dorothy held in her arms, for
+it was her constant companion, the little dog Toto. Toto knew the
+Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger and often played and romped with
+them, for they were good friends.</p>
+
+<p>Seated on ivory chairs before Ozma, with a clear space between them and
+the throne, were many of the nobility of the Emerald City, lords and
+ladies in beautiful costumes, and officials of the kingdom in the royal
+uniforms of Oz. Behind these courtiers were others of less importance,
+filling the great hall to the very doors.</p>
+
+<p>At the same moment that the Soldier with the Green Whiskers arrived with
+Ojo, the Shaggy Man entered from a side door, escorting the Patchwork
+Girl, the Woozy and the Glass Cat. All these came to the vacant space
+before the throne and stood facing the Ruler.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Hullo, Ojo,&quot; said Scraps; &quot;how are you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right,&quot; he replied; but the scene awed the boy and his voice
+trembled a little with fear. Nothing could awe the Patchwork Girl, and
+although the Woozy was somewhat uneasy in these splendid surroundings
+the Glass Cat was delighted with the sumptuousness of the court and the
+impressiveness of the occasion&mdash;pretty big words but quite expressive.</p>
+
+<p>At a sign from Ozma the soldier removed Ojo's white robe and the boy
+stood face to face with the girl who was to decide his punishment. He
+saw at a glance how lovely and sweet she was, and his heart gave a bound
+of joy, for he hoped she would be merciful.</p>
+
+<p>Ozma sat looking at the prisoner a long time. Then she said gently:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;One of the Laws of Oz forbids anyone to pick a six-leaved clover. You
+are accused of having broken this Law, even after you had been warned
+not to do so.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo hung his head and while he hesitated how to reply the Patchwork Girl
+stepped forward and spoke for him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All this fuss is about nothing at all,&quot; she said, facing Ozma
+unabashed. &quot;You can't prove he picked the six-leaved clover, so you've
+no right to accuse him of it. Search him, if you like, but you won't
+find the clover; look in his basket and you'll find it's not there. He
+hasn't got it, so I demand that you set this poor Munchkin boy free.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The people of Oz listened to this defiance in amazement and wondered at
+the queer Patchwork Girl who dared talk so boldly to their Ruler. But
+Ozma sat silent and motionless and it was the little Wizard who answered
+Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So the clover hasn't been picked, eh?&quot; he said. &quot;I think it has. I
+think the boy hid it in his basket, and then gave the basket to you. I
+also think you dropped the clover into this vase, which stood in
+Princess Dorothy's room, hoping to get rid of it so it would not prove
+the boy guilty. You're a stranger here, Miss Patches, and so you don't
+know that nothing can be hidden from our powerful Ruler's Magic
+Picture&mdash;nor from the watchful eyes of the humble Wizard of Oz. Look,
+all of you!&quot; With these words he waved his hands toward the vase on the
+table, which Scraps now noticed for the first time.</p>
+
+<p>From the mouth of the vase a plant sprouted, slowly growing before their
+eyes until it became a beautiful bush, and on the topmost branch
+appeared the six-leaved clover which Ojo had unfortunately picked.</p>
+
+<p>The Patchwork Girl looked at the clover and said: &quot;Oh, so you've found
+it. Very well; prove he picked it, if you can.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ozma turned to Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Did you pick the six-leaved clover?&quot; she asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; he replied. &quot;I knew it was against the Law, but I wanted to save
+Unc Nunkie and I was afraid if I asked your consent to pick it you would
+refuse me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What caused you to think that?&quot; asked the Ruler.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, it seemed to me a foolish law, unjust and unreasonable. Even now I
+can see no harm in picking a six-leaved clover. And I&mdash;I had not seen
+the Emerald City, then, nor you, and I thought a girl who would make
+such a silly Law would not be likely to help anyone in trouble.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ozma regarded him musingly, her chin resting upon her hand; but she was
+not angry. On the contrary she smiled a little at her thoughts and then
+grew sober again.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I suppose a good many laws seem foolish to those people who do not
+understand them,&quot; she said; &quot;but no law is ever made without some
+purpose, and that purpose is usually to protect all the people and guard
+their welfare. As you are a stranger, I will explain this Law which to
+you seems so foolish. Years ago there were many Witches and Magicians in
+the Land of Oz, and one of the things they often used in making their
+magic charms and transformations was a six-leaved clover. These Witches
+and Magicians caused so much trouble among my people, often using their
+powers for evil rather than good, that I decided to forbid anyone to
+practice magic or sorcery except Glinda the Good and her assistant, the
+Wizard of Oz, both of whom I can trust to use their arts only to benefit
+my people and to make them happier. Since I issued that Law the Land of
+Oz has been far more peaceful and quiet; but I learned that some of the
+Witches and Magicians were still practicing magic on the sly and using
+the six-leaved clovers to make their potions and charms. Therefore I
+made another Law forbidding anyone from plucking a six-leaved clover or
+from gathering other plants and herbs which the Witches boil in their
+kettles to work magic with. That has almost put an end to wicked sorcery
+in our land, so you see the Law was not a foolish one, but wise and
+just; and, in any event, it is wrong to disobey a Law.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo knew she was right and felt greatly mortified to realize he had
+acted and spoken so ridiculously. But he raised his head and looked Ozma
+in the face, saying:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am sorry I have acted wrongly and broken your Law. I did it to save
+Unc Nunkie, and thought I would not be found out. But I am guilty of
+this act and whatever punishment you think I deserve I will suffer
+willingly.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ozma smiled more brightly, then, and nodded graciously.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You are forgiven,&quot; she said. &quot;For, although you have committed a
+serious fault, you are now penitent and I think you have been punished
+enough. Soldier, release Ojo the Lucky and&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I beg your pardon; I'm Ojo the Unlucky,&quot; said the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;At this moment you are lucky,&quot; said she. &quot;Release him, Soldier, and let
+him go free.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The people were glad to hear Ozma's decree and murmured their approval.
+As the royal audience was now over, they began to leave the Throne Room
+and soon there were none remaining except Ojo and his friends and Ozma
+and her favorites.</p>
+
+<p>The girl Ruler now asked Ojo to sit down and tell her all his story,
+which he did, beginning at the time he had left his home in the forest
+and ending with his arrival at the Emerald City and his arrest. Ozma
+listened attentively and was thoughtful for some moments after the boy
+had finished speaking. Then she said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Crooked Magician was wrong to make the Glass Cat and the Patchwork
+Girl, for it was against the Law. And if he had not unlawfully kept the
+bottle of Liquid of Petrifaction standing on his shelf, the accident to
+his wife Margolotte and to Unc Nunkie could not have occurred. I can
+understand, however, that Ojo, who loves his uncle, will be unhappy
+unless he can save him. Also I feel it is wrong to leave those two
+victims standing as marble statues, when they ought to be alive. So I
+propose we allow Dr. Pipt to make the magic charm which will save them,
+and that we assist Ojo to find the things he is seeking. What do you
+think, Wizard?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is perhaps the best thing to do,&quot; replied the Wizard. &quot;But after
+the Crooked Magician has restored those poor people to life you must
+take away his magic powers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I will,&quot; promised Ozma.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now tell me, please, what magic things must you find?&quot; continued the
+Wizard, addressing Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The three hairs from the Woozy's tail I have,&quot; said the boy. &quot;That is,
+I have the Woozy, and the hairs are in his tail. The six-leaved clover
+I&mdash;I&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You may take it and keep it,&quot; said Ozma. &quot;That will not be breaking the
+Law, for it is already picked, and the crime of picking it is forgiven.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thank you!&quot; cried Ojo gratefully. Then he continued: &quot;The next thing I
+must find is a gill of water from a dark well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Wizard shook his head. &quot;That,&quot; said he, &quot;will be a hard task, but if
+you travel far enough you may discover it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am willing to travel for years, if it will save Unc Nunkie,&quot; declared
+Ojo, earnestly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then you'd better begin your journey at once,&quot; advised the Wizard.</p>
+
+<p>Dorothy had been listening with interest to this conversation. Now she
+turned to Ozma and asked: &quot;May I go with Ojo, to help him?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Would you like to?&quot; returned Ozma.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes. I know Oz pretty well, but Ojo doesn't know it at all. I'm sorry
+for his uncle and poor Margolotte and I'd like to help save them. May I
+go?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If you wish to,&quot; replied Ozma.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If Dorothy goes, then I must go to take care of her,&quot; said the
+Scarecrow, decidedly. &quot;A dark well can only be discovered in some
+out-of-the-way place, and there may be dangers there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You have my permission to accompany Dorothy,&quot; said Ozma. &quot;And while you
+are gone I will take care of the Patchwork Girl.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll take care of myself,&quot; announced Scraps, &quot;for I'm going with the
+Scarecrow and Dorothy. I promised Ojo to help him find the things he
+wants and I'll stick to my promise.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Very well,&quot; replied Ozma. &quot;But I see no need for Ojo to take the Glass
+Cat and the Woozy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I prefer to remain here,&quot; said the cat. &quot;I've nearly been nicked half a
+dozen times, already, and if they're going into dangers it's best for me
+to keep away from them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Let Jellia Jamb keep her till Ojo returns,&quot; suggested Dorothy. &quot;We
+won't need to take the Woozy, either, but he ought to be saved because
+of the three hairs in his tail.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Better take me along,&quot; said the Woozy. &quot;My eyes can flash fire, you
+know, and I can growl&mdash;a little.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm sure you'll be safer here,&quot; Ozma decided, and the Woozy made no
+further objection to the plan.</p>
+
+<p>After consulting together they decided that Ojo and his party should
+leave the very next day to search for the gill of water from a dark
+well, so they now separated to make preparations for the journey.</p>
+
+<p>Ozma gave the Munchkin boy a room in the palace for that night and the
+afternoon he passed with Dorothy&mdash;getting acquainted, as she said&mdash;and
+receiving advice from the Shaggy Man as to where they must go. The
+Shaggy Man had wandered in many parts of Oz, and so had Dorothy, for
+that matter, yet neither of them knew where a dark well was to be found.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If such a thing is anywhere in the settled parts of Oz,&quot; said Dorothy,
+&quot;we'd prob'ly have heard of it long ago. If it's in the wild parts of
+the country, no one there would need a dark well. P'raps there isn't
+such a thing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, there must be!&quot; returned Ojo, positively; &quot;or else the recipe of
+Dr. Pipt wouldn't call for it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's true,&quot; agreed Dorothy; &quot;and, if it's anywhere in the Land of Oz,
+we're bound to find it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, we're bound to search for it, anyhow,&quot; said the Scarecrow. &quot;As
+for finding it, we must trust to luck.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't do that,&quot; begged Ojo, earnestly. &quot;I'm called Ojo the Unlucky, you
+know.&quot;</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Nineteen" id="Chapter_Nineteen" />Chapter Nineteen</h2>
+
+<h3>Trouble with the Tottenhots</h3>
+
+
+<p>A day's journey from the Emerald City brought the little band of
+adventurers to the home of Jack Pumpkinhead, which was a house formed
+from the shell of an immense pumpkin. Jack had made it himself and was
+very proud of it. There was a door, and several windows, and through the
+top was stuck a stovepipe that led from a small stove inside. The door
+was reached by a flight of three steps and there was a good floor on
+which was arranged some furniture that was quite comfortable.</p>
+
+<p>It is certain that Jack Pumpkinhead might have had a much finer house to
+live in had he wanted it, for Ozma loved the stupid fellow, who had been
+her earliest companion; but Jack preferred his pumpkin house, as it
+matched himself very well, and in this he was not so stupid, after all.</p>
+
+<p>The body of this remarkable person was made of wood, branches of trees
+of various sizes having been used for the purpose. This wooden framework
+was covered by a red shirt&mdash;with white spots in it&mdash;blue trousers, a
+yellow vest, a jacket of green-and-gold and stout leather shoes. The
+neck was a sharpened stick on which the pumpkin head was set, and the
+eyes, ears, nose and mouth were carved on the skin of the pumpkin, very
+like a child's jack-o'-lantern.</p>
+
+<p>The house of this interesting creation stood in the center of a vast
+pumpkin-field, where the vines grew in profusion and bore pumpkins of
+extraordinary size as well as those which were smaller. Some of the
+pumpkins now ripening on the vines were almost as large as Jack's house,
+and he told Dorothy he intended to add another pumpkin to his mansion.</p>
+
+<p>The travelers were cordially welcomed to this quaint domicile and
+invited to pass the night there, which they had planned to do. The
+Patchwork Girl was greatly interested in Jack and examined him
+admiringly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You are quite handsome,&quot; she said; &quot;but not as really beautiful as the
+Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Jack turned, at this, to examine the Scarecrow critically, and his old
+friend slyly winked one painted eye at him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There is no accounting for tastes,&quot; remarked the Pumpkinhead, with a
+sigh. &quot;An old crow once told me I was very fascinating, but of course
+the bird might have been mistaken. Yet I have noticed that the crows
+usually avoid the Scarecrow, who is a very honest fellow, in his way,
+but stuffed. I am not stuffed, you will observe; my body is good solid
+hickory.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I adore stuffing,&quot; said the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, as for that, my head is stuffed with pumpkin-seeds,&quot; declared
+Jack. &quot;I use them for brains, and when they are fresh I am intellectual.
+Just now, I regret to say, my seeds are rattling a bit, so I must soon
+get another head.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh; do you change your head?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;To be sure. Pumpkins are not permanent, more's the pity, and in time
+they spoil. That is why I grow such a great field of pumpkins&mdash;that I
+may select a new head whenever necessary.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who carves the faces on them?&quot; inquired the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I do that myself. I lift off my old head, place it on a table before
+me, and use the face for a pattern to go by. Sometimes the faces I carve
+are better than others&mdash;more expressive and cheerful, you know&mdash;but I
+think they average very well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Before she had started on the journey Dorothy had packed a knapsack with
+the things she might need, and this knapsack the Scarecrow carried
+strapped to his back. The little girl wore a plain gingham dress and a
+checked sunbonnet, as she knew they were best fitted for travel. Ojo
+also had brought along his basket, to which Ozma had added a bottle of
+&quot;Square Meal Tablets&quot; and some fruit. But Jack Pumpkinhead grew a lot of
+things in his garden besides pumpkins, so he cooked for them a fine
+vegetable soup and gave Dorothy, Ojo and Toto, the only ones who found
+it necessary to eat, a pumpkin pie and some green cheese. For beds they
+must use the sweet dried grasses which Jack had strewn along one side of
+the room, but that satisfied Dorothy and Ojo very well. Toto, of course,
+slept beside his little mistress.</p>
+
+<p>The Scarecrow, Scraps and the Pumpkinhead were tireless and had no need
+to sleep, so they sat up and talked together all night; but they stayed
+outside the house, under the bright stars, and talked in low tones so as
+not to disturb the sleepers. During the conversation the Scarecrow
+explained their quest for a dark well, and asked Jack's advice where to
+find it.</p>
+
+<p>The Pumpkinhead considered the matter gravely.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is going to be a difficult task,&quot; said he, &quot;and if I were you I'd
+take any ordinary well and enclose it, so as to make it dark.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I fear that wouldn't do,&quot; replied the Scarecrow. &quot;The well must be
+naturally dark, and the water must never have seen the light of day, for
+otherwise the magic charm might not work at all.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How much of the water do you need?&quot; asked Jack.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A gill.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How much is a gill?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why&mdash;a gill is a gill, of course,&quot; answered the Scarecrow, who did not
+wish to display his ignorance.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know!&quot; cried Scraps. &quot;Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, no; that's wrong,&quot; interrupted the Scarecrow. &quot;There are two kinds
+of gills, I think; one is a girl, and the other is&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A gillyflower,&quot; said Jack.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; a measure.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How big a measure?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, I'll ask Dorothy.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So next morning they asked Dorothy, and she said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't just know how much a gill is, but I've brought along a gold
+flask that holds a pint. That's more than a gill, I'm sure, and the
+Crooked Magician may measure it to suit himself. But the thing that's
+bothering us most, Jack, is to find the well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Jack gazed around the landscape, for he was standing in the doorway of
+his house.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is a flat country, so you won't find any dark wells here,&quot; said
+he. &quot;You must go into the mountains, where rocks and caverns are.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And where is that?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;In the Quadling Country, which lies south of here,&quot; replied the
+Scarecrow. &quot;I've known all along that we must go to the mountains.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So have I,&quot; said Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But&mdash;goodness me!&mdash;the Quadling Country is full of dangers,&quot; declared
+Jack. &quot;I've never been there myself, but&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I have,&quot; said the Scarecrow. &quot;I've faced the dreadful Hammerheads,
+which have no arms and butt you like a goat; and I've faced the Fighting
+Trees, which bend down their branches to pound and whip you, and had
+many other adventures there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's a wild country,&quot; remarked Dorothy, soberly, &quot;and if we go there
+we're sure to have troubles of our own. But I guess we'll have to go, if
+we want that gill of water from the dark well.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So they said good-bye to the Pumpkinhead and resumed their travels,
+heading now directly toward the South Country, where mountains and rocks
+and caverns and forests of great trees abounded. This part of the Land
+of Oz, while it belonged to Ozma and owed her allegiance, was so wild
+and secluded that many queer peoples hid in its jungles and lived in
+their own way, without even a knowledge that they had a Ruler in the
+Emerald City. If they were left alone, these creatures never troubled
+the inhabitants of the rest of Oz, but those who invaded their domains
+encountered many dangers from them.</p>
+
+<p>It was a two days journey from Jack Pumkinhead's house to the edge of
+the Quadling Country, for neither Dorothy nor Ojo could walk very fast
+and they often stopped by the wayside to rest. The first night they
+slept on the broad fields, among the buttercups and daisies, and the
+Scarecrow covered the children with a gauze blanket taken from his
+knapsack, so they would not be chilled by the night air. Toward evening
+of the second day they reached a sandy plain where walking was
+difficult; but some distance before them they saw a group of palm trees,
+with many curious black dots under them; so they trudged bravely on to
+reach that place by dark and spend the night under the shelter of the
+trees.</p>
+
+<p>The black dots grew larger as they advanced and although the light was
+dim Dorothy thought they looked like big kettles turned upside down.
+Just beyond this place a jumble of huge, jagged rocks lay scattered,
+rising to the mountains behind them.</p>
+
+<p>Our travelers preferred to attempt to climb these rocks by daylight, and
+they realized that for a time this would be their last night on the
+plains.</p>
+
+<p>Twilight had fallen by the time they came to the trees, beneath which
+were the black, circular objects they had marked from a distance. Dozens
+of them were scattered around and Dorothy bent near to one, which was
+about as tall as she was, to examine it more closely. As she did so the
+top flew open and out popped a dusky creature, rising its length into
+the air and then plumping down upon the ground just beside the little
+girl. Another and another popped out of the circular, pot-like dwelling,
+while from all the other black objects came popping more creatures&mdash;very
+like jumping-jacks when their boxes are unhooked&mdash;until fully a hundred
+stood gathered around our little group of travelers.</p>
+
+<p>By this time Dorothy had discovered they were people, tiny and curiously
+formed, but still people. Their skins were dusky and their hair stood
+straight up, like wires, and was brilliant scarlet in color. Their
+bodies were bare except for skins fastened around their waists and they
+wore bracelets on their ankles and wrists, and necklaces, and great
+pendant earrings.</p>
+
+<p>Toto crouched beside his mistress and wailed as if he did not like these
+strange creatures a bit. Scraps began to mutter something about
+&quot;hoppity, poppity, jumpity, dump!&quot; but no one paid any attention to her.
+Ojo kept close to the Scarecrow and the Scarecrow kept close to Dorothy;
+but the little girl turned to the queer creatures and asked:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who are you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They answered this question all together, in a sort of chanting chorus,
+the words being as follows:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;We're the jolly Tottenhots;<br />
+We do not like the day,<br />
+But in the night 'tis our delight<br />
+To gambol, skip and play.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;We hate the sun and from it run,<br />
+The moon is cool and clear,<br />
+So on this spot each Tottenhot<br />
+Waits for it to appear.</p>
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;We're ev'ry one chock full of fun,<br />
+And full of mischief, too;<br />
+But if you're gay and with us play<br />
+We'll do no harm to you.</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Glad to meet you, Tottenhots,&quot; said the Scarecrow solemnly. &quot;But you
+mustn't expect us to play with you all night, for we've traveled all day
+and some of us are tired.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And we never gamble,&quot; added the Patchwork Girl. &quot;It's against the Law.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>These remarks were greeted with shouts of laughter by the impish
+creatures and one seized the Scarecrow's arm and was astonished to find
+the straw man whirl around so easily. So the Tottenhot raised the
+Scarecrow high in the air and tossed him over the heads of the crowd.
+Some one caught him and tossed him back, and so with shouts of glee they
+continued throwing the Scarecrow here and there, as if he had been a
+basket-ball.</p>
+
+<p>Presently another imp seized Scraps and began to throw her about, in the
+same way. They found her a little heavier than the Scarecrow but still
+light enough to be tossed like a sofa-cushion, and they were enjoying
+the sport immensely when Dorothy, angry and indignant at the treatment
+her friends were receiving, rushed among the Tottenhots and began
+slapping and pushing them until she had rescued the Scarecrow and the
+Patchwork Girl and held them close on either side of her. Perhaps she
+would not have accomplished this victory so easily had not Toto helped
+her, barking and snapping at the bare legs of the imps until they were
+glad to flee from his attack. As for Ojo, some of the creatures had
+attempted to toss him, also, but finding his body too heavy they threw
+him to the ground and a row of the imps sat on him and held him from
+assisting Dorothy in her battle.</p>
+
+<p>The little brown folks were much surprised at being attacked by the girl
+and the dog, and one or two who had been slapped hardest began to cry.
+Then suddenly they gave a shout, all together, and disappeared in a
+flash into their various houses, the tops of which closed with a series
+of pops that sounded like a bunch of firecrackers being exploded.</p>
+
+<p>The adventurers now found themselves alone, and Dorothy asked anxiously:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is anybody hurt?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not me,&quot; answered the Scarecrow. &quot;They have given my straw a good
+shaking up and taken all the lumps out of it. I am now in splendid
+condition and am really obliged to the Tottenhots for their kind
+treatment.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I feel much the same way,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;My cotton stuffing had sagged
+a good deal with the day's walking and they've loosened it up until I
+feel as plump as a sausage. But the play was a little rough and I'd had
+quite enough of it when you interfered.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Six of them sat on me,&quot; said Ojo, &quot;but as they are so little they
+didn't hurt me much.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Just then the roof of the house in front of them opened and a Tottenhot
+stuck his head out, very cautiously, and looked at the strangers.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't you take a joke?&quot; he asked, reproachfully; &quot;haven't you any fun
+in you at all?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If I had such a quality,&quot; replied the Scarecrow, &quot;your people would
+have knocked it out of me. But I don't bear grudges. I forgive you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So do I,&quot; added Scraps. &quot;That is, if you behave yourselves after this.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It was just a little rough-house, that's all,&quot; said the Tottenhot. &quot;But
+the question is not if we will behave, but if you will behave? We can't
+be shut up here all night, because this is our time to play; nor do we
+care to come out and be chewed up by a savage beast or slapped by an
+angry girl. That slapping hurts like sixty; some of my folks are crying
+about it. So here's the proposition: you let us alone and we'll let you
+alone.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You began it,&quot; declared Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, you ended it, so we won't argue the matter. May we come out
+again? Or are you still cruel and slappy?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Tell you what we'll do,&quot; said Dorothy. &quot;We're all tired and want to
+sleep until morning. If you'll let us get into your house, and stay
+there until daylight, you can play outside all you want to.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's a bargain!&quot; cried the Tottenhot eagerly, and he gave a queer
+whistle that brought his people popping out of their houses on all
+sides. When the house before them was vacant, Dorothy and Ojo leaned
+over the hole and looked in, but could see nothing because it was so
+dark. But if the Tottenhots slept there all day the children thought
+they could sleep there at night, so Ojo lowered himself down and found
+it was not very deep.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There's a soft cushion all over,&quot; said he. &quot;Come on in.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Dorothy handed Toto to the boy and then climbed in herself. After her
+came Scraps and the Scarecrow, who did not wish to sleep but preferred
+to keep out of the way of the mischievous Tottenhots.</p>
+
+<p>There seemed no furniture in the round den, but soft cushions were
+strewn about the floor and these they found made very comfortable beds.
+They did not close the hole in the roof but left it open to admit air.
+It also admitted the shouts and ceaseless laughter of the impish
+Tottenhots as they played outside, but Dorothy and Ojo, being weary from
+their journey, were soon fast asleep.</p>
+
+<p>Toto kept an eye open, however, and uttered low, threatening growls
+whenever the racket made by the creatures outside became too boisterous;
+and the Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl sat leaning against the wall
+and talked in whispers all night long. No one disturbed the travelers
+until daylight, when in popped the Tottenhot who owned the place and
+invited them to vacate his premises.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty" id="Chapter_Twenty" />Chapter Twenty</h2>
+
+<h3>The Captive Yoop</h3>
+
+
+<p>As they were preparing to leave, Dorothy asked: &quot;Can you tell us where
+there is a dark well?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never heard of such a thing,&quot; said the Tottenhot. &quot;We live our lives in
+the dark, mostly, and sleep in the daytime; but we've never seen a dark
+well, or anything like one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Does anyone live on those mountains beyond here?&quot; asked the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Lots of people. But you'd better not visit them. We never go there,&quot;
+was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What are the people like?&quot; Dorothy inquired.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't say. We've been told to keep away from the mountain paths, and so
+we obey. This sandy desert is good enough for us, and we're not
+disturbed here,&quot; declared the Tottenhot.</p>
+
+<p>So they left the man snuggling down to sleep in his dusky dwelling, and
+went out into the sunshine, taking the path that led toward the rocky
+places. They soon found it hard climbing, for the rocks were uneven and
+full of sharp points and edges, and now there was no path at all.
+Clambering here and there among the boulders they kept steadily on,
+gradually rising higher and higher until finally they came to a great
+rift in a part of the mountain, where the rock seemed to have split in
+two and left high walls on either side.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;S'pose we go this way,&quot; suggested Dorothy; &quot;it's much easier walking
+than to climb over the hills.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How about that sign?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What sign?&quot; she inquired.</p>
+
+<p>The Munchkin boy pointed to some words painted on the wall of rock
+beside them, which Dorothy had not noticed. The words read:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;LOOK OUT FOR YOOP.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>The girl eyed this sign a moment and turned to the Scarecrow, asking:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who is Yoop; or what is Yoop?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The straw man shook his head. Then looked at Toto and the dog said
+&quot;Woof!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Only way to find out is to go on,&quot; said Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>This being quite true, they went on. As they proceeded, the walls of
+rock on either side grew higher and higher. Presently they came upon
+another sign which read:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;BEWARE THE CAPTIVE YOOP.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Why, as for that,&quot; remarked Dorothy, &quot;if Yoop is a captive there's no
+need to beware of him. Whatever Yoop happens to be, I'd much rather have
+him a captive than running around loose.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So had I,&quot; agreed the Scarecrow, with a nod of his painted head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Still,&quot; said Scraps, reflectively:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Yoop-te-hoop-te-loop-te-goop!<br />
+Who put noodles in the soup?<br />
+We may beware but we don't care,<br />
+And dare go where we scare the Yoop.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Dear me! Aren't you feeling a little queer, just now?&quot; Dorothy asked
+the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not queer, but crazy,&quot; said Ojo. &quot;When she says those things I'm sure
+her brains get mixed somehow and work the wrong way.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't see why we are told to beware the Yoop unless he is dangerous,&quot;
+observed the Scarecrow in a puzzled tone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind; we'll find out all about him when we get to where he is,&quot;
+replied the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>The narrow canyon turned and twisted this way and that, and the rift was
+so small that they were able to touch both walls at the same time by
+stretching out their arms. Toto had run on ahead, frisking playfully,
+when suddenly he uttered a sharp bark of fear and came running back to
+them with his tail between his legs, as dogs do when they are
+frightened.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah,&quot; said the Scarecrow, who was leading the way, &quot;we must be near
+Yoop.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Just then, as he rounded a sharp turn, the Straw man stopped so suddenly
+that all the others bumped against him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What is it?&quot; asked Dorothy, standing on tip-toes to look over his
+shoulder. But then she saw what it was and cried &quot;Oh!&quot; in a tone of
+astonishment.</p>
+
+<p>In one of the rock walls&mdash;that at their left&mdash;was hollowed a great
+cavern, in front of which was a row of thick iron bars, the tops and
+bottoms being firmly fixed in the solid rock. Over this cavern was a big
+sign, which Dorothy read with much curiosity, speaking the words aloud
+that all might know what they said:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;MISTER YOOP&mdash;HIS CAVE</p>
+
+<p class="poem">The Largest Untamed Giant in Captivity.<br />
+Height, 21 Feet.&mdash;(And yet he has but 2 feet.)<br />
+Weight, 1640 Pounds.&mdash;(But he waits all the time.)<br />
+Age, 400 Years 'and Up' (as they say in the Department Store advertisements).<br />
+Temper, Fierce and Ferocious.&mdash;(Except when asleep.)<br />
+Appetite, Ravenous.&mdash;(Prefers Meat People and Orange Marmalade.)</p>
+
+<p class="poem">STRANGERS APPROACHING THIS CAVE DO SO AT THEIR OWN PERIL!</p>
+
+<p class="poem">P.S.&mdash;Don't feed the Giant yourself.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Very well,&quot; said Ojo, with a sigh; &quot;let's go back.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's a long way back,&quot; declared Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So it is,&quot; remarked the Scarecrow, &quot;and it means a tedious climb over
+those sharp rocks if we can't use this passage. I think it will be best
+to run by the Giant's cave as fast as we can go. Mister Yoop seems to be
+asleep just now.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But the Giant wasn't asleep. He suddenly appeared at the front of his
+cavern, seized the iron bars in his great hairy hands and shook them
+until they rattled in their sockets. Yoop was so tall that our friends
+had to tip their heads way back to look into his face, and they noticed
+he was dressed all in pink velvet, with silver buttons and braid. The
+Giant's boots were of pink leather and had tassels on them and his hat
+was decorated with an enormous pink ostrich feather, carefully curled.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yo-ho!&quot; he said in a deep bass voice; &quot;I smell dinner.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think you are mistaken,&quot; replied the Scarecrow. &quot;There is no orange
+marmalade around here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah, but I eat other things,&quot; asserted Mister Yoop. &quot;That is, I eat them
+when I can get them. But this is a lonely place, and no good meat has
+passed by my cave for many years; so I'm hungry.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Haven't you eaten anything in many years?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Nothing except six ants and a monkey. I thought the monkey would taste
+like meat people, but the flavor was different. I hope you will taste
+better, for you seem plump and tender.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, I'm not going to be eaten,&quot; said Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why not?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I shall keep out of your way,&quot; she answered.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How heartless!&quot; wailed the Giant, shaking the bars again. &quot;Consider how
+many years it is since I've eaten a single plump little girl! They tell
+me meat is going up, but if I can manage to catch you I'm sure it will
+soon be going down. And I'll catch you if I can.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>With this the Giant pushed his big arms, which looked like tree-trunks
+(except that tree-trunks don't wear pink velvet) between the iron bars,
+and the arms were so long that they touched the opposite wall of the
+rock passage. Then he extended them as far as he could reach toward our
+travelers and found he could almost touch the Scarecrow&mdash;but not quite.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Come a little nearer, please,&quot; begged the Giant.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm a Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A Scarecrow? Ugh! I don't care a straw for a scarecrow. Who is that
+bright-colored delicacy behind you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Me?&quot; asked Scraps. &quot;I'm a Patchwork Girl, and I'm stuffed with cotton.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dear me,&quot; sighed the Giant in a disapointed tone; &quot;that reduces my
+dinner from four to two&mdash;and the dog. I'll save the dog for dessert.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Toto growled, keeping a good distance away.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Back up,&quot; said the Scarecrow to those behind him. &quot;Let us go back a
+little way and talk this over.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So they turned and went around the bend in the passage, where they were
+out of sight of the cave and Mister Yoop could not hear them.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;My idea,&quot; began the Scarecrow, when they had halted, &quot;is to make a dash
+past the cave, going on a run.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He'd grab us,&quot; said Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, he can't grab but one at a time, and I'll go first. As soon as he
+grabs me the rest of you can slip past him, out of his reach, and he
+will soon let me go because I am not fit to eat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They decided to try this plan and Dorothy took Toto in her arms, so as
+to protect him. She followed just after the Scarecrow. Then came Ojo,
+with Scraps the last of the four. Their hearts beat a little faster than
+usual as they again approached the Giant's cave, this time moving
+swiftly forward.</p>
+
+<p>It turned out about the way the Scarecrow had planned. Mister Yoop was
+quite astonished to see them come flying toward him, and thrusting his
+arms between the bars he seized the Scarecrow in a firm grip. In the
+next instant he realized, from the way the straw crunched between his
+fingers, that he had captured the non-eatable man, but during that
+instant of delay Dorothy and Ojo had slipped by the Giant and were out
+of reach. Uttering a howl of rage the monster threw the Scarecrow after
+them with one hand and grabbed Scraps with the other.</p>
+
+<p>The poor Scarecrow went whirling through the air and so cleverly was he
+aimed that he struck Ojo's back and sent the boy tumbling head over
+heels, and he tripped Dorothy and sent her, also, sprawling upon the
+ground. Toto flew out of the little girl's arms and landed some distance
+ahead, and all were so dazed that it was a moment before they could
+scramble to their feet again. When they did so they turned to look
+toward the Giant's cave, and at that moment the ferocious Mister Yoop
+threw the Patchwork Girl at them.</p>
+
+<p>Down went all three again, in a heap, with Scraps on top. The Giant
+roared so terribly that for a time they were afraid he had broken loose;
+but he hadn't. So they sat in the road and looked at one another in a
+rather bewildered way, and then began to feel glad.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We did it!&quot; exclaimed the Scarecrow, with satisfaction. &quot;And now we are
+free to go on our way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Mister Yoop is very impolite,&quot; declared Scraps. &quot;He jarred me terribly.
+It's lucky my stitches are so fine and strong, for otherwise such harsh
+treatment might rip me up the back.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Allow me to apologize for the Giant,&quot; said the Scarecrow, raising the
+Patchwork Girl to her feet and dusting her skirt with his stuffed hands.
+&quot;Mister Yoop is a perfect stranger to me, but I fear, from the rude
+manner in which he has acted, that he is no gentleman.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Dorothy and Ojo laughed at this statement and Toto barked as if he
+understood the joke, after which they all felt better and resumed the
+journey in high spirits.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course,&quot; said the little girl, when they had walked a way along the
+passage, &quot;it was lucky for us the Giant was caged; for, if he had
+happened to be loose, he&mdash;he&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Perhaps, in that case, he wouldn't be hungry any more,&quot; said Ojo
+gravely.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty_One" id="Chapter_Twenty_One" />Chapter Twenty-One</h2>
+
+<h3>Hip Hopper the Champion</h3>
+
+
+<p>They must have had good courage to climb all those rocks, for after
+getting out of the canyon they encountered more rock hills to be
+surmounted. Toto could jump from one rock to another quite easily, but
+the others had to creep and climb with care, so that after a whole day
+of such work Dorothy and Ojo found themselves very tired.</p>
+
+<p>As they gazed upward at the great mass of tumbled rocks that covered the
+steep incline, Dorothy gave a little groan and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's going to be a ter'ble hard climb, Scarecrow. I wish we could
+find the dark well without so much trouble.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Suppose,&quot; said Ojo, &quot;you wait here and let me do the climbing, for it's
+on my account we're searching for the dark well. Then, if I don't find
+anything, I'll come back and join you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; replied the little girl, shaking her head positively, &quot;we'll all
+go together, for that way we can help each other. If you went alone,
+something might happen to you, Ojo.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So they began the climb and found it indeed difficult, for a way. But
+presently, in creeping over the big crags, they found a path at their
+feet which wound in and out among the masses of rock and was quite
+smooth and easy to walk upon. As the path gradually ascended the
+mountain, although in a roundabout way, they decided to follow it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This must be the road to the Country of the Hoppers,&quot; said the
+Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who are the Hoppers?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Some people Jack Pumpkinhead told me about,&quot; he replied.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I didn't hear him,&quot; replied the girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; you were asleep,&quot; explained the Scarecrow. &quot;But he told Scraps and
+me that the Hoppers and the Horners live on this mountain.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He said in the mountain,&quot; declared Scraps; &quot;but of course he meant on
+it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Didn't he say what the Hoppers and Horners were like?&quot; inquired
+Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; he only said they were two separate nations, and that the Horners
+were the most important.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, if we go to their country we'll find out all about 'em,&quot; said the
+girl. &quot;But I've never heard Ozma mention those people, so they can't be
+very important.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is this mountain in the Land of Oz?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Course it is,&quot; answered Dorothy. &quot;It's in the South Country of the
+Quadlings. When one comes to the edge of Oz, in any direction, there is
+nothing more to be seen at all. Once you could see sandy desert all
+around Oz; but now it's diff'rent, and no other people can see us, any
+more than we can see them.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If the mountain is under Ozma's rule, why doesn't she know about the
+Hoppers and the Horners?&quot; Ojo asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, it's a fairyland,&quot; explained Dorothy, &quot;and lots of queer people
+live in places so tucked away that those in the Emerald City never even
+hear of 'em. In the middle of the country it's diff'rent, but when you
+get around the edges you're sure to run into strange little corners that
+surprise you. I know, for I've traveled in Oz a good deal, and so has
+the Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; admitted the straw man, &quot;I've been considerable of a traveler, in
+my time, and I like to explore strange places. I find I learn much more
+by traveling than by staying at home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>During this conversation they had been walking up the steep pathway and
+now found themselves well up on the mountain. They could see nothing
+around them, for the rocks beside their path were higher than their
+heads. Nor could they see far in front of them, because the path was so
+crooked. But suddenly they stopped, because the path ended and there was
+no place to go. Ahead was a big rock lying against the side of the
+mountain, and this blocked the way completely.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There wouldn't be a path, though, if it didn't go somewhere,&quot; said the
+Scarecrow, wrinkling his forehead in deep thought.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is somewhere, isn't it?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl, laughing at the
+bewildered looks of the others.</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;The path is locked, the way is blocked,<br />
+Yet here we've innocently flocked;<br />
+And now we're here it's rather queer<br />
+There's no front door that can be knocked.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Please don't, Scraps,&quot; said Ojo. &quot;You make me nervous.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well,&quot; said Dorothy, &quot;I'm glad of a little rest, for that's a drea'ful
+steep path.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>As she spoke she leaned against the edge of the big rock that stood in
+their way. To her surprise it slowly swung backward and showed behind it
+a dark hole that looked like the mouth of a tunnel.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, here's where the path goes to!&quot; she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So it is,&quot; answered the Scarecrow. &quot;But the question is, do we want to
+go where the path does?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It's underground; right inside the mountain,&quot; said Ojo, peering into
+the dark hole. &quot;Perhaps there's a well there; and, if there is, it's
+sure to be a dark one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, that's true enough!&quot; cried Dorothy with eagerness. &quot;Let's go in,
+Scarecrow; 'cause, if others have gone, we're pretty safe to go, too.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Toto looked in and barked, but he did not venture to enter until the
+Scarecrow had bravely gone first. Scraps followed closely after the
+straw man and then Ojo and Dorothy timidly stepped inside the tunnel. As
+soon as all of them had passed the big rock, it slowly turned and filled
+up the opening again; but now they were no longer in the dark, for a
+soft, rosy light enabled them to see around them quite distinctly.</p>
+
+<p>It was only a passage, wide enough for two of them to walk abreast&mdash;with
+Toto in between them&mdash;and it had a high, arched roof. They could not see
+where the light which flooded the place so pleasantly came from, for
+there were no lamps anywhere visible. The passage ran straight for a
+little way and then made a bend to the right and another sharp turn to
+the left, after which it went straight again. But there were no side
+passages, so they could not lose their way.</p>
+
+<p>After proceeding some distance, Toto, who had gone on ahead, began to
+bark loudly. They ran around a bend to see what was the matter and found
+a man sitting on the floor of the passage and leaning his back against
+the wall. He had probably been asleep before Toto's barks aroused him,
+for he was now rubbing his eyes and staring at the little dog with all
+his might.</p>
+
+<p>There was something about this man that Toto objected to, and when he
+slowly rose to his foot they saw what it was. He had but one leg, set
+just below the middle of his round, fat body; but it was a stout leg and
+had a broad, flat foot at the bottom of it, on which the man seemed to
+stand very well. He had never had but this one leg, which looked
+something like a pedestal, and when Toto ran up and made a grab at the
+man's ankle he hopped first one way and then another in a very active
+manner, looking so frightened that Scraps laughed aloud.</p>
+
+<p>Toto was usually a well behaved dog, but this time he was angry and
+snapped at the man's leg again and again. This filled the poor fellow
+with fear, and in hopping out of Toto's reach he suddenly lost his
+balance and tumbled heel over head upon the floor. When he sat up he
+kicked Toto on the nose and made the dog howl angrily, but Dorothy now
+ran forward and caught Toto's collar, holding him back.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do you surrender?&quot; she asked the man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who? Me?&quot; asked the Hopper.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; you,&quot; said the little girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Am I captured?&quot; he inquired.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course. My dog has captured you,&quot; she said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well,&quot; replied the man, &quot;if I'm captured I must surrender, for it's the
+proper thing to do. I like to do everything proper, for it saves one a
+lot of trouble.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It does, indeed,&quot; said Dorothy. &quot;Please tell us who you are.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm Hip Hopper&mdash;Hip Hopper, the Champion.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Champion what?&quot; she asked in surprise.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Champion wrestler. I'm a very strong man, and that ferocious animal
+which you are so kindly holding is the first living thing that has ever
+conquered me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And you are a Hopper?&quot; she continued.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes. My people live in a great city not far from here. Would you like
+to visit it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm not sure,&quot; she said with hesitation. &quot;Have you any dark wells in
+your city?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think not. We have wells, you know, but they're all well lighted, and
+a well lighted well cannot well be a dark well. But there may be such a
+thing as a very dark well in the Horner Country, which is a black spot
+on the face of the earth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Where is the Horner Country?&quot; Ojo inquired.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The other side of the mountain. There's a fence between the Hopper
+Country and the Horner Country, and a gate in the fence; but you can't
+pass through just now, because we are at war with the Horners.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's too bad,&quot; said the Scarecrow. &quot;What seems to be the trouble?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, one of them made a very insulting remark about my people. He said
+we were lacking in understanding, because we had only one leg to a
+person. I can't see that legs have anything to do with understanding
+things. The Horners each have two legs, just as you have. That's one leg
+too many, it seems to me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; declared Dorothy, &quot;it's just the right number.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You don't need them,&quot; argued the Hopper, obstinately. &quot;You've only one
+head, and one body, and one nose and mouth. Two legs are quite
+unnecessary, and they spoil one's shape.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But how can you walk, with only one leg?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Walk! Who wants to walk?&quot; exclaimed the man. &quot;Walking is a terribly
+awkward way to travel. I hop, and so do all my people. It's so much more
+graceful and agreeable than walking.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't agree with you,&quot; said the Scarecrow. &quot;But tell me, is there any
+way to get to the Horner Country without going through the city of the
+Hoppers?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; there is another path from the rocky lowlands, outside the
+mountain, that leads straight to the entrance of the Horner Country. But
+it's a long way around, so you'd better come with me. Perhaps they will
+allow you to go through the gate; but we expect to conquer them this
+afternoon, if we get time, and then you may go and come as you please.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They thought it best to take the Hopper's advice, and asked him to lead
+the way. This he did in a series of hops, and he moved so swiftly in
+this strange manner that those with two legs had to run to keep up with
+him.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty_Two" id="Chapter_Twenty_Two" />Chapter Twenty-Two</h2>
+
+<h3>The Joking Horners</h3>
+
+
+<p>It was not long before they left the passage and came to a great cave,
+so high that it must have reached nearly to the top of the mountain
+within which it lay. It was a magnificent cave, illumined by the soft,
+invisible light, so that everything in it could be plainly seen. The
+walls were of polished marble, white with veins of delicate colors
+running through it, and the roof was arched and fantastic and beautiful.</p>
+
+<p>Built beneath this vast dome was a pretty village&mdash;not very large, for
+there seemed not more than fifty houses altogether&mdash;and the dwellings
+were of marble and artistically designed. No grass nor flowers nor trees
+grew in this cave, so the yards surrounding the houses carved in designs
+both were smooth and bare and had low walls around them to mark their
+boundaries.</p>
+
+<p>In the streets and the yards of the houses were many people all having
+one leg growing below their bodies and all hopping here and there
+whenever they moved. Even the children stood firmly upon their single
+legs and never lost their balance.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All hail, Champion!&quot; cried a man in the first group of Hoppers they
+met; &quot;whom have you captured?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No one,&quot; replied the Champion in a gloomy voice; &quot;these strangers have
+captured me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then,&quot; said another, &quot;we will rescue you, and capture them, for we are
+greater in number.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; answered the Champion, &quot;I can't allow it. I've surrendered, and it
+isn't polite to capture those you've surrendered to.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind that,&quot; said Dorothy. &quot;We will give you your liberty and set
+you free.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Really?&quot; asked the Champion in joyous tones.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said the little girl; &quot;your people may need you to help conquer
+the Horners.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>At this all the Hoppers looked downcast and sad. Several more had joined
+the group by this time and quite a crowd of curious men, women and
+children surrounded the strangers.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This war with our neighbors is a terrible thing,&quot; remarked one of the
+women. &quot;Some one is almost sure to get hurt.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why do you say that, madam?&quot; inquired the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Because the horns of our enemies are sharp, and in battle they will try
+to stick those horns into our warriors,&quot; she replied.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How many horns do the Horners have?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Each has one horn in the center of his forehead,&quot; was the answer.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, then they're unicorns,&quot; declared the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; they're Horners. We never go to war with them if we can help it, on
+account of their dangerous horns; but this insult was so great and so
+unprovoked that our brave men decided to fight, in order to be
+revenged,&quot; said the woman.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What weapons do you fight with?&quot; the Scarecrow asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We have no weapons,&quot; explained the Champion. &quot;Whenever we fight the
+Horners, our plan is to push them back, for our arms are longer than
+theirs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then you are better armed,&quot; said Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; but they have those terrible horns, and unless we are careful they
+prick us with the points,&quot; returned the Champion with a shudder. &quot;That
+makes a war with them dangerous, and a dangerous war cannot be a
+pleasant one.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I see very clearly,&quot; remarked the Scarecrow, &quot;that you are going to
+have trouble in conquering those Horners&mdash;unless we help you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh!&quot; cried the Hoppers in a chorus; &quot;can you help us? Please do! We
+will be greatly obliged! It would please us very much!&quot; and by these
+exclamations the Scarecrow knew that his speech had met with favor.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How far is it to the Horner Country?&quot; he asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, it's just the other side of the fence,&quot; they answered, and the
+Champion added:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Come with me, please, and I'll show you the Horners.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So they followed the Champion and several others through the streets and
+just beyond the village came to a very high picket fence, built all of
+marble, which seemed to divide the great cave into two equal parts.</p>
+
+<p>But the part inhabited by the Horners was in no way as grand in
+appearance as that of the Hoppers. Instead of being marble, the walls
+and roof were of dull gray rock and the square houses were plainly made
+of the same material. But in extent the city was much larger than that
+of the Hoppers and the streets were thronged with numerous people who
+busied themselves in various ways.</p>
+
+<p>Looking through the open pickets of the fence our friends watched the
+Horners, who did not know they were being watched by strangers, and
+found them very unusual in appearance. They were little folks in size
+and had bodies round as balls and short legs and arms. Their heads were
+round, too, and they had long, pointed ears and a horn set in the center
+of the forehead. The horns did not seem very terrible, for they were not
+more than six inches long; but they were ivory white and sharp pointed,
+and no wonder the Hoppers feared them.</p>
+
+<p>The skins of the Horners were light brown, but they wore snow-white
+robes and were bare-footed. Dorothy thought the most striking thing
+about them was their hair, which grew in three distinct colors on each
+and every head&mdash;red, yellow and green. The red was at the bottom and
+sometimes hung over their eyes; then came a broad circle of yellow and
+the green was at the top and formed a brush-shaped top-knot.</p>
+
+<p>None of the Horners was yet aware of the presence of strangers, who
+watched the little brown people for a time and then went to the big gate
+in the center of the dividing fence. It was locked on both sides and
+over the latch was a sign reading:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;WAR IS DECLARED&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Can't we go through?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not now,&quot; answered the Champion.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think,&quot; said the Scarecrow, &quot;that if I could talk with those Horners
+they would apologize to you, and then there would be no need to fight.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't you talk from this side?&quot; asked the Champion.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not so well,&quot; replied the Scarecrow. &quot;Do you suppose you could throw me
+over that fence? It is high, but I am very light.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We can try it,&quot; said the Hopper. &quot;I am perhaps the strongest man in my
+country, so I'll undertake to do the throwing. But I won't promise you
+will land on your feet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No matter about that,&quot; returned the Scarecrow. &quot;Just toss me over and
+I'll be satisfied.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So the Champion picked up the Scarecrow and balanced him a moment, to
+see how much he weighed, and then with all his strength tossed him high
+into the air.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps if the Scarecrow had been a trifle heavier he would have been
+easier to throw and would have gone a greater distance; but, as it was,
+instead of going over the fence he landed just on top of it, and one of
+the sharp pickets caught him in the middle of his back and held him fast
+prisoner. Had he been face downward the Scarecrow might have managed to
+free himself, but lying on his back on the picket his hands waved in the
+air of the Horner Country while his feet kicked the air of the Hopper
+Country; so there he was.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Are you hurt?&quot; called the Patchwork Girl anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Course not,&quot; said Dorothy. &quot;But if he wiggles that way he may tear his
+clothes. How can we get him down, Mr. Champion?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Champion shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't know,&quot; he confessed. &quot;If he could scare Horners as well as he
+does crows, it might be a good idea to leave him there.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is terrible,&quot; said Ojo, almost ready to cry. &quot;I s'pose it's
+because I am Ojo the Unlucky that everyone who tries to help me gets
+into trouble.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You are lucky to have anyone to help you,&quot; declared Dorothy. &quot;But don't
+worry. We'll rescue the Scarecrow somehow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I know how,&quot; announced Scraps. &quot;Here, Mr. Champion; just throw me up to
+the Scarecrow. I'm nearly as light as he is, and when I'm on top the
+fence I'll pull our friend off the picket and toss him down to you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right,&quot; said the Champion, and he picked up the Patchwork Girl and
+threw her in the same manner he had the Scarecrow. He must have used
+more strength this time, however, for Scraps sailed far over the top of
+the fence and, without being able to grab the Scarecrow at all, tumbled
+to the ground in the Horner Country, where her stuffed body knocked over
+two men and a woman and made a crowd that had collected there run like
+rabbits to get away from her.</p>
+
+<p>Seeing the next moment that she was harmless, the people slowly returned
+and gathered around the Patchwork Girl, regarding her with astonishment.
+One of them wore a jeweled star in his hair, just above his horn, and
+this seemed a person of importance. He spoke for the rest of his people,
+who treated him with great respect.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who are you, Unknown Being?&quot; he asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Scraps,&quot; she said, rising to her feet and patting her cotton wadding
+smooth where it had bunched up.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And where did you come from?&quot; he continued.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Over the fence. Don't be silly. There's no other place I could have
+come from,&quot; she replied.</p>
+
+<p>He looked at her thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You are not a Hopper,&quot; said he, &quot;for you have two legs. They're not
+very well shaped, but they are two in number. And that strange creature
+on top the fence&mdash;why doesn't he stop kicking?&mdash;must be your brother, or
+father, or son, for he also has two legs.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You must have been to visit the Wise Donkey,&quot; said Scraps, laughing so
+merrily that the crowd smiled with her, in sympathy. &quot;But that reminds
+me, Captain&mdash;or King&mdash;&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I am Chief of the Horners, and my name is Jak.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course; Little Jack Horner; I might have known it. But the reason I
+volplaned over the fence was so I could have a talk with you about the
+Hoppers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What about the Hoppers?&quot; asked the Chief, frowning.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You've insulted them, and you'd better beg their pardon,&quot; said Scraps.
+&quot;If you don't, they'll probably hop over here and conquer you.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We're not afraid&mdash;as long as the gate is locked,&quot; declared the Chief.
+&quot;And we didn't insult them at all. One of us made a joke that the stupid
+Hoppers couldn't see.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Chief smiled as he said this and the smile made his face look quite
+jolly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What was the joke?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A Horner said they have less understanding than we, because they've
+only one leg. Ha, ha! You see the point, don't you? If you stand on your
+legs, and your legs are under you, then&mdash;ha, ha, ha!&mdash;then your legs are
+your under-standing. Hee, hee, hee! Ho, ho! My, but that's a fine joke.
+And the stupid Hoppers couldn't see it! They couldn't see that with only
+one leg they must have less under-standing than we who have two legs.
+Ha, ha, ha! Hee, hee! Ho, ho!&quot; The Chief wiped the tears of laughter
+from his eyes with the bottom hem of his white robe, and all the other
+Horners wiped their eyes on their robes, for they had laughed just as
+heartily as their Chief at the absurd joke.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then,&quot; said Scraps, &quot;their understanding of the understanding you meant
+led to the misunderstanding.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Exactly; and so there's no need for us to apologize,&quot; returned the
+Chief.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No need for an apology, perhaps, but much need for an explanation,&quot;
+said Scraps decidedly. &quot;You don't want war, do you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not if we can help it,&quot; admitted Jak Horner. &quot;The question is, who's
+going to explain the joke to the Horners? You know it spoils any joke to
+be obliged to explain it, and this is the best joke I ever heard.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who made the joke?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Diksey Horner. He is working in the mines, just now, but he'll be home
+before long. Suppose we wait and talk with him about it? Maybe he'll be
+willing to explain his joke to the Hoppers.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;I'll wait, if Diksey isn't too long.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, he's short; he's shorter than I am. Ha, ha, ha! Say! that's a
+better joke than Diksey's. He won't be too long, because he's short.
+Hee, hee, ho!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The other Horners who were standing by roared with laughter and seemed
+to like their Chief's joke as much as he did. Scraps thought it was odd
+that they could be so easily amused, but decided there could be little
+harm in people who laughed so merrily.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty_Three" id="Chapter_Twenty_Three" />Chapter Twenty-Three</h2>
+
+<h3>Peace Is Declared</h3>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Come with me to my dwelling and I'll introduce you to my daughters,&quot;
+said the Chief. &quot;We're bringing them up according to a book of rules
+that was written by one of our leading old bachelors, and everyone says
+they're a remarkable lot of girls.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So Scraps accompanied him along the street to a house that seemed on the
+outside exceptionally grimy and dingy. The streets of this city were not
+paved nor had any attempt been made to beautify the houses or their
+surroundings, and having noticed this condition Scraps was astonished
+when the Chief ushered her into his home.</p>
+
+<p>Here was nothing grimy or faded, indeed. On the contrary, the room was
+of dazzling brilliance and beauty, for it was lined throughout with an
+exquisite metal that resembled translucent frosted silver. The surface
+of this metal was highly ornamented in raised designs representing men,
+animals, flowers and trees, and from the metal itself was radiated the
+soft light which flooded the room. All the furniture was made of the
+same glorious metal, and Scraps asked what it was.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's radium,&quot; answered the Chief. &quot;We Horners spend all our time
+digging radium from the mines under this mountain, and we use it to
+decorate our homes and make them pretty and cosy. It is a medicine, too,
+and no one can ever be sick who lives near radium.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Have you plenty of it?&quot; asked the Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;More than we can use. All the houses in this city are decorated with
+it, just the same as mine is.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why don't you use it on your streets, then, and the outside of your
+houses, to make them as pretty as they are within?&quot; she inquired.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Outside? Who cares for the outside of anything?&quot; asked the Chief. &quot;We
+Horners don't live on the outside of our homes; we live inside. Many
+people are like those stupid Hoppers, who love to make an outside show.
+I suppose you strangers thought their city more beautiful than ours,
+because you judged from appearances and they have handsome marble houses
+and marble streets; but if you entered one of their stiff dwellings you
+would find it bare and uncomfortable, as all their show is on the
+outside. They have an idea that what is not seen by others is not
+important, but with us the rooms we live in are our chief delight and
+care, and we pay no attention to outside show.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Seems to me,&quot; said Scraps, musingly, &quot;it would be better to make it all
+pretty&mdash;inside and out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Seems? Why, you're all seams, my girl!&quot; said the Chief; and then he
+laughed heartily at his latest joke and a chorus of small voices echoed
+the chorus with &quot;tee-hee-hee! ha, ha!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Scraps turned around and found a row of girls seated in radium chairs
+ranged along one wall of the room. There were nineteen of them, by
+actual count, and they were of all sizes from a tiny child to one almost
+a grown woman. All were neatly dressed in spotless white robes and had
+brown skins, horns on their foreheads and three-colored hair.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;These,&quot; said the Chief, &quot;are my sweet daughters. My dears, I introduce
+to you Miss Scraps Patchwork, a lady who is traveling in foreign parts
+to increase her store of wisdom.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The nineteen Horner girls all arose and made a polite curtsey, after
+which they resumed their seats and rearranged their robes properly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why do they sit so still, and all in a row?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Because it is ladylike and proper,&quot; replied the Chief.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But some are just children, poor things! Don't they ever run around and
+play and laugh, and have a good time?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, indeed,&quot; said the Chief. &quot;That would he improper in young ladies,
+as well as in those who will sometime become young ladies. My daughters
+are being brought up according to the rules and regulations laid down by
+a leading bachelor who has given the subject much study and is himself a
+man of taste and culture. Politeness is his great hobby, and he claims
+that if a child is allowed to do an impolite thing one cannot expect the
+grown person to do anything better.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is it impolite to romp and shout and be jolly?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Well, sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't,&quot; replied the Horner,
+after considering the question. &quot;By curbing such inclinations in my
+daughters we keep on the safe side. Once in a while I make a good joke,
+as you have heard, and then I permit my daughters to laugh decorously;
+but they are never allowed to make a joke themselves.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That old bachelor who made the rules ought to be skinned alive!&quot;
+declared Scraps, and would have said more on the subject had not the
+door opened to admit a little Horner man whom the Chief introduced as
+Diksey.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's up, Chief?&quot; asked Diksey, winking nineteen times at the nineteen
+girls, who demurely cast down their eyes because their father was
+looking.</p>
+
+<p>The Chief told the man that his joke had not been understood by the dull
+Hoppers, who had become so angry that they had declared war. So the only
+way to avoid a terrible battle was to explain the joke so they could
+understand it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right,&quot; replied Diksey, who seemed a good-natured man; &quot;I'll go at
+once to the fence and explain. I don't want any war with the Hoppers,
+for wars between nations always cause hard feelings.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So the Chief and Diksey and Scraps left the house and went back to the
+marble picket fence. The Scarecrow was still stuck on the top of his
+picket but had now ceased to struggle. On the other side of the fence
+were Dorothy and Ojo, looking between the pickets; and there, also, were
+the Champion and many other Hoppers.</p>
+
+<p>Diksey went close to the fence and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;My good Hoppers, I wish to explain that what I said about you was a
+joke. You have but one leg each, and we have two legs each. Our legs are
+under us, whether one or two, and we stand on them. So, when I said you
+had less understanding than we, I did not mean that you had less
+understanding, you understand, but that you had less standundering, so
+to speak. Do you understand that?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Hoppers thought it over carefully. Then one said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is clear enough; but where does the joke come in?'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Dorothy laughed, for she couldn't help it, although all the others were
+solemn enough.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll tell you where the joke comes in,&quot; she said, and took the Hoppers
+away to a distance, where the Horners could not hear them. &quot;You know,&quot;
+she then explained, &quot;those neighbors of yours are not very bright, poor
+things, and what they think is a joke isn't a joke at all&mdash;it's true,
+don't you see?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;True that we have less understanding?&quot; asked the Champion.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; it's true because you don't understand such a poor joke; if you
+did, you'd be no wiser than they are.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ah, yes; of course,&quot; they answered, looking very wise.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So I'll tell you what to do,&quot; continued Dorothy. &quot;Laugh at their poor
+joke and tell 'em it's pretty good for a Horner. Then they won't dare
+say you have less understanding, because you understand as much as they
+do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Hoppers looked at one another questioningly and blinked their eyes
+and tried to think what it all meant; but they couldn't figure it out.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What do you think, Champion?&quot; asked one of them.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think it is dangerous to think of this thing any more than we can
+help,&quot; he replied. &quot;Let us do as this girl says and laugh with the
+Horners, so as to make them believe we see the joke. Then there will be
+peace again and no need to fight.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They readily agreed to this and returned to the fence laughing as loud
+and as hard as they could, although they didn't feel like laughing a
+bit. The Horners were much surprised.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's a fine joke&mdash;for a Horner&mdash;and we are much pleased with it,&quot;
+said the Champion, speaking between the pickets. &quot;But please don't do it
+again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I won't,&quot; promised Diksey. &quot;If I think of another such joke I'll try to
+forget it.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good!&quot; cried the Chief Horner. &quot;The war is over and peace is declared.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>There was much joyful shouting on both sides of the fence and the gate
+was unlocked and thrown wide open, so that Scraps was able to rejoin her
+friends.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What about the Scarecrow?&quot; she asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We must get him down, somehow or other,&quot; was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Perhaps the Horners can find a way,&quot; suggested Ojo. So they all went
+through the gate and Dorothy asked the Chief Horner how they could get
+the Scarecrow off the fence. The Chief didn't know how, but Diksey said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A ladder's the thing.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Have you one?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;To be sure. We use ladders in our mines,&quot; said he. Then he ran away to
+get the ladder, and while he was gone the Horners gathered around and
+welcomed the strangers to their country, for through them a great war
+had been avoided.</p>
+
+<p>In a little while Diksey came back with a tall ladder which he placed
+against the fence. Ojo at once climbed to the top of the ladder and
+Dorothy went about halfway up and Scraps stood at the foot of it. Toto
+ran around it and barked. Then Ojo pulled the Scarecrow away from the
+picket and passed him down to Dorothy, who in turn lowered him to the
+Patchwork Girl.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as he was on his feet and standing on solid ground the Scarecrow
+said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Much obliged. I feel much better. I'm not stuck on that picket any
+more.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Horners began to laugh, thinking this was a joke, but the Scarecrow
+shook himself and patted his straw a little and said to Dorothy: &quot;Is
+there much of a hole in my back?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The little girl examined him carefully.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There's quite a hole,&quot; she said. &quot;But I've got a needle and thread in
+the knapsack and I'll sew you up again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do so,&quot; he begged earnestly, and again the Hoppers laughed, to the
+Scarecrow's great annoyance.</p>
+
+<p>While Dorothy was sewing up the hole in the straw man's back Scraps
+examined the other parts of him.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;One of his legs is ripped, too!&quot; she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oho!&quot; cried little Diksey; &quot;that's bad. Give him the needle and thread
+and let him mend his ways.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ha, ha, ha!&quot; laughed the Chief, and the other Horners at once roared
+with laughter.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What's funny?&quot; inquired the Scarecrow sternly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't you see?&quot; asked Diksey, who had laughed even harder than the
+others. &quot;That's a joke. It's by odds the best joke I ever made. You walk
+with your legs, and so that's the way you walk, and your legs are the
+ways. See? So, when you mend your legs, you mend your ways. Ho, ho, ho!
+hee, hee! I'd no idea I could make such a fine joke!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Just wonderful!&quot; echoed the Chief. &quot;How do you manage to do it,
+Diksey?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't know,&quot; said Diksey modestly. &quot;Perhaps it's the radium, but I
+rather think it's my splendid intellect.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;If you don't quit it,&quot; the Scarecrow told him, &quot;there'll be a worse war
+than the one you've escaped from.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo had been deep in thought, and now he asked the Chief: &quot;Is there a
+dark well in any part of your country?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A dark well? None that ever I heard of,&quot; was the answer.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, yes,&quot; said Diksey, who overheard the boy's question. &quot;There's a
+very dark well down in my radium mine.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is there any water in it?&quot; Ojo eagerly asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can't say; I've never looked to see. But we can find out.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So, as soon as the Scarecrow was mended, they decided to go with Diksey
+to the mine. When Dorothy had patted the straw man into shape again he
+declared he felt as good as new and equal to further adventures.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Still,&quot; said he, &quot;I prefer not to do picket duty again. High life
+doesn't seem to agree with my constitution.&quot; And then they hurried away
+to escape the laughter of the Horners, who thought this was another
+joke.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty_Four" id="Chapter_Twenty_Four" />Chapter Twenty-Four</h2>
+
+<h3>Ojo Finds the Dark Well</h3>
+
+
+<p>They now followed Diksey to the farther end of the great cave, beyond
+the Horner city, where there were several round, dark holes leading into
+the ground in a slanting direction. Diksey went to one of these holes
+and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Here is the mine in which lies the dark well you are seeking. Follow me
+and step carefully and I'll lead you to the place.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He went in first and after him came Ojo, and then Dorothy, with the
+Scarecrow behind her. The Patchwork Girl entered last of all, for Toto
+kept close beside his little mistress.</p>
+
+<p>A few steps beyond the mouth of the opening it was pitch dark. &quot;You
+won't lose your way, though,&quot; said the Horner, &quot;for there's only one way
+to go. The mine's mine and I know every step of the way. How's that for
+a joke, eh? The mine's mine.&quot; Then he chuckled gleefully as they
+followed him silently down the steep slant. The hole was just big enough
+to permit them to walk upright, although the Scarecrow, being much the
+taller of the party, often had to bend his head to keep from hitting the
+top.</p>
+
+<p>The floor of the tunnel was difficult to walk upon because it had been
+worn smooth as glass, and pretty soon Scraps, who was some distance
+behind the others, slipped and fell head foremost. At once she began to
+slide downward, so swiftly that when she came to the Scarecrow she
+knocked him off his feet and sent him tumbling against Dorothy, who
+tripped up Ojo. The boy fell against the Horner, so that all went
+tumbling down the slide in a regular mix-up, unable to see where they
+were going because of the darkness.</p>
+
+<p>Fortunately, when they reached the bottom the Scarecrow and Scraps were
+in front, and the others bumped against them, so that no one was hurt.
+They found themselves in a vast cave which was dimly lighted by the tiny
+grains of radium that lay scattered among the loose rocks.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now,&quot; said Diksey, when they had all regained their feet, &quot;I will show
+you where the dark well is. This is a big place, but if we hold fast to
+each other we won't get lost.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They took hold of hands and the Horner led them into a dark corner,
+where he halted.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Be careful,&quot; said he warningly. &quot;The well is at your feet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right,&quot; replied Ojo, and kneeling down he felt in the well with his
+hand and found that it contained a quantity of water. &quot;Where's the gold
+flask, Dorothy?&quot; he asked, and the little girl handed him the flask,
+which she had brought with her.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo knelt again and by feeling carefully in the dark managed to fill the
+flask with the unseen water that was in the well. Then he screwed the
+top of the flask firmly in place and put the precious water in his
+pocket.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All right!&quot; he said again, in a glad voice; &quot;now we can go back.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They returned to the mouth of the tunnel and began to creep cautiously
+up the incline. This time they made Scraps stay behind, for fear she
+would slip again; but they all managed to get up in safety and the
+Munchkin boy was very happy when he stood in the Horner city and
+realized that the water from the dark well, which he and his friends had
+traveled so far to secure, was safe in his jacket pocket.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty_Five" id="Chapter_Twenty_Five" />Chapter Twenty-Five</h2>
+
+<h3>They Bribe the Lazy Quadling</h3>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Now,&quot; said Dorothy, as they stood on the mountain path, having left
+behind them the cave in which dwelt the Hoppers and the Horners, &quot;I
+think we must find a road into the Country of the Winkies, for there is
+where Ojo wants to go next.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is there such a road?&quot; asked the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't know,&quot; she replied. &quot;I s'pose we can go back the way we came,
+to Jack Pumpkinhead's house, and then turn into the Winkie Country; but
+that seems like running 'round a haystack, doesn't it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said the Scarecrow. &quot;What is the next thing Ojo must get?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A yellow butterfly,&quot; answered the boy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That means the Winkie Country, all right, for it's the yellow country
+of Oz,&quot; remarked Dorothy. &quot;I think, Scarecrow, we ought to take him to
+the Tin Woodman, for he's the Emp'ror of the Winkies and will help us to
+find what Ojo wants.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Of course,&quot; replied the Scarecrow, brightening at the suggestion. &quot;The
+Tin Woodman will do anything we ask him, for he's one of my dearest
+friends. I believe we can take a crosscut into his country and so get to
+his castle a day sooner than if we travel back the way we came.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think so, too,&quot; said the girl; &quot;and that means we must keep to the
+left.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They were obliged to go down the mountain before they found any path
+that led in the direction they wanted to go, but among the tumbled rocks
+at the foot of the mountain was a faint trail which they decided to
+follow. Two or three hours walk along this trail brought them to a
+clear, level country, where there were a few farms and some scattered
+houses. But they knew they were still in the Country of the Quadlings,
+because everything had a bright red color. Not that the trees and
+grasses were red, but the fences and houses were painted that color and
+all the wild-flowers that bloomed by the wayside had red blossoms. This
+part of the Quadling Country seemed peaceful and prosperous, if rather
+lonely, and the road was more distinct and easier to follow.</p>
+
+<p>But just as they were congratulating themselves upon the progress they
+had made they came upon a broad river which swept along between high
+banks, and here the road ended and there was no bridge of any sort to
+allow them to cross.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is queer,&quot; mused Dorothy, looking at the water reflectively. &quot;Why
+should there be any road, if the river stops everyone walking along it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wow!&quot; said Toto, gazing earnestly into her face.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's the best answer you'll get,&quot; declared the Scarecrow, with his
+comical smile, &quot;for no one knows any more than Toto about this road.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Said Scraps:</p>
+
+
+<p class="poem">&quot;Ev'ry time I see a river,<br />
+I have chills that make me shiver,<br />
+For I never can forget<br />
+All the water's very wet.<br />
+If my patches get a soak<br />
+It will be a sorry joke;<br />
+So to swim I'll never try<br />
+Till I find the water dry.&quot;</p>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Try to control yourself, Scraps,&quot; said Ojo; &quot;you're getting crazy
+again. No one intends to swim that river.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; decided Dorothy, &quot;we couldn't swim it if we tried. It's too big a
+river, and the water moves awful fast.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There ought to be a ferryman with a boat,&quot; said the Scarecrow; &quot;but I
+don't see any.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Couldn't we make a raft?&quot; suggested Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There's nothing to make one of,&quot; answered Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wow!&quot; said Toto again, and Dorothy saw he was looking along the bank of
+the river.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, he sees a house over there!&quot; cried the little girl. &quot;I wonder we
+didn't notice it ourselves. Let's go and ask the people how to get
+'cross the river.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>A quarter of a mile along the bank stood a small, round house, painted
+bright red, and as it was on their side of the river they hurried toward
+it. A chubby little man, dressed all in red, came out to greet them, and
+with him were two children, also in red costumes. The man's eyes were
+big and staring as he examined the Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl, and
+the children shyly hid behind him and peeked timidly at Toto.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Do you live here, my good man?&quot; asked the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I think I do, Most Mighty Magician,&quot; replied the Quadling, bowing low;
+&quot;but whether I'm awake or dreaming I can't be positive, so I'm not sure
+where I live. If you'll kindly pinch me I'll find out all about it!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You're awake,&quot; said Dorothy, &quot;and this is no magician, but just the
+Scarecrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But he's alive,&quot; protested the man, &quot;and he oughtn't to be, you know.
+And that other dreadful person&mdash;the girl who is all patches&mdash;seems to be
+alive, too.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Very much so,&quot; declared Scraps, making a face at him. &quot;But that isn't
+your affair, you know.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I've a right to be surprised, haven't I?&quot; asked the man meekly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm not sure; but anyhow you've no right to say I'm dreadful. The
+Scarecrow, who is a gentleman of great wisdom, thinks I'm beautiful,&quot;
+retorted Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind all that,&quot; said Dorothy. &quot;Tell us, good Quadling, how we can
+get across the river.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't know,&quot; replied the Quadling.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't you ever cross it?&quot; asked the girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't travelers cross it?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not to my knowledge,&quot; said he.</p>
+
+<p>They were much surprised to hear this, and the man added: &quot;It's a pretty
+big river, and the current is strong. I know a man who lives on the
+opposite bank, for I've seen him there a good many years; but we've
+never spoken because neither of us has ever crossed over.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's queer,&quot; said the Scarecrow. &quot;Don't you own a boat?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The man shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Nor a raft?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Where does this river go to?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That way,&quot; answered the man, pointing with one hand, &quot;it goes into the
+Country of the Winkies, which is ruled by the Tin Emperor, who must be a
+mighty magician because he's all made of tin, and yet he's alive. And
+that way,&quot; pointing with the other hand, &quot;the river runs between two
+mountains where dangerous people dwell.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Scarecrow looked at the water before them.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The current flows toward the Winkie Country,&quot; said he; &quot;and so, if we
+had a boat, or a raft, the river would float us there more quickly and
+more easily than we could walk.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That is true,&quot; agreed Dorothy; and then they all looked thoughtful and
+wondered what could be done.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why can't the man make us a raft?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Will you?&quot; inquired Dorothy, turning to the Quadling.</p>
+
+<p>The chubby man shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm too lazy,&quot; he said. &quot;My wife says I'm the laziest man in all Oz,
+and she is a truthful woman. I hate work of any kind, and making a raft
+is hard work.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll give you my em'rald ring,&quot; promised the girl.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I don't care for emeralds. If it were a ruby, which is the color I
+like best, I might work a little while.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I've got some Square Meal Tablets,&quot; said the Scarecrow. &quot;Each one is
+the same as a dish of soup, a fried fish, a mutton pot-pie, lobster
+salad, charlotte russe and lemon jelly&mdash;all made into one little tablet
+that you can swallow without trouble.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Without trouble!&quot; exclaimed the Quadling, much interested; &quot;then those
+tablets would be fine for a lazy man. It's such hard work to chew when
+you eat.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll give you six of those tablets if you'll help us make a raft,&quot;
+promised the Scarecrow. &quot;They're a combination of food which people who
+eat are very fond of. I never eat, you know, being straw; but some of my
+friends eat regularly. What do you say to my offer, Quadling?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll do it,&quot; decided the man. &quot;I'll help, and you can do most of the
+work. But my wife has gone fishing for red eels to-day, so some of you
+will have to mind the children.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Scraps promised to do that, and the children were not so shy when the
+Patchwork Girl sat down to play with them. They grew to like Toto, too,
+and the little dog allowed them to pat him on his head, which gave the
+little ones much joy.</p>
+
+<p>There were a number of fallen trees near the house and the Quadling got
+his axe and chopped them into logs of equal length. He took his wife's
+clothesline to bind these logs together, so that they would form a raft,
+and Ojo found some strips of wood and nailed them along the tops of the
+logs, to render them more firm. The Scarecrow and Dorothy helped roll
+the logs together and carry the strips of wood, but it took so long to
+make the raft that evening came just as it was finished, and with
+evening the Quadling's wife returned from her fishing.</p>
+
+<p>The woman proved to be cross and bad-tempered, perhaps because she had
+only caught one red eel during all the day. When she found that her
+husband had used her clothesline, and the logs she had wanted for
+firewood, and the boards she had intended to mend the shed with, and a
+lot of gold nails, she became very angry. Scraps wanted to shake the
+woman, to make her behave, but Dorothy talked to her in a gentle tone
+and told the Quadling's wife she was a Princess of Oz and a friend of
+Ozma and that when she got back to the Emerald City she would send them
+a lot of things to repay them for the raft, including a new clothesline.
+This promise pleased the woman and she soon became more pleasant, saying
+they could stay the night at her house and begin their voyage on the
+river next morning.</p>
+
+<p>This they did, spending a pleasant evening with the Quadling family and
+being entertained with such hospitality as the poor people were able to
+offer them. The man groaned a good deal and said he had overworked
+himself by chopping the logs, but the Scarecrow gave him two more
+tablets than he had promised, which seemed to comfort the lazy fellow.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty_Six" id="Chapter_Twenty_Six" />Chapter Twenty-Six</h2>
+
+<h3>The Trick River</h3>
+
+
+<p>Next morning they pushed the raft into the water and all got aboard. The
+Quadling man had to hold the log craft fast while they took their
+places, and the flow of the river was so powerful that it nearly tore
+the raft from his hands. As soon as they were all seated upon the logs
+he let go and away it floated and the adventurers had begun their voyage
+toward the Winkie Country.</p>
+
+<p>The little house of the Quadlings was out of sight almost before they
+had cried their good-byes, and the Scarecrow said in a pleased voice:
+&quot;It won't take us long to get to the Winkie Country, at this rate.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They had floated several miles down the stream and were enjoying the
+ride when suddenly the raft slowed up, stopped short, and then began to
+float back the way it had come.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, what's wrong?&quot; asked Dorothy, in astonishment; but they were all
+just as bewildered as she was and at first no one could answer the
+question. Soon, however, they realized the truth: that the current of
+the river had reversed and the water was now flowing in the opposite
+direction&mdash;toward the mountains.</p>
+
+<p>They began to recognize the scenes they had passed, and by and by they
+came in sight of the little house of the Quadlings again. The man was
+standing on the river bank and he called to them:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How do you do? Glad to see you again. I forgot to tell you that the
+river changes its direction every little while. Sometimes it flows one
+way, and sometimes the other.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They had no time to answer him, for the raft was swept past the house
+and a long distance on the other side of it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We're going just the way we don't want to go,&quot; said Dorothy, &quot;and I
+guess the best thing we can do is to get to land before we're carried
+any farther.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But they could not get to land. They had no oars, nor even a pole to
+guide the raft with. The logs which bore them floated in the middle of
+the stream and were held fast in that position by the strong current.</p>
+
+<p>So they sat still and waited and, even while they were wondering what
+could be done, the raft slowed down, stopped, and began drifting the
+other way&mdash;in the direction it had first followed. After a time they
+repassed the Quadling house and the man was still standing on the bank.
+He cried out to them:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good day! Glad to see you again. I expect I shall see you a good many
+times, as you go by, unless you happen to swim ashore.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>By that time they had left him behind and were headed once more straight
+toward the Winkie Country.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;This is pretty hard luck,&quot; said Ojo in a discouraged voice. &quot;The Trick
+River keeps changing, it seems, and here we must float back and forward
+forever, unless we manage in some way to get ashore.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Can you swim?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No; I'm Ojo the Unlucky.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Neither can I. Toto can swim a little, but that won't help us to get to
+shore.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I don't know whether I could swim, or not,&quot; remarked Scraps; &quot;but if I
+tried it I'd surely ruin my lovely patches.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;My straw would get soggy in the water and I would sink,&quot; said the
+Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>So there seemed no way out of their dilemma and being helpless they
+simply sat still. Ojo, who was on the front of the raft, looked over
+into the water and thought he saw some large fishes swimming about. He
+found a loose end of the clothesline which fastened the logs together,
+and taking a gold nail from his pocket he bent it nearly double, to form
+a hook, and tied it to the end of the line. Having baited the hook with
+some bread which he broke from his loaf, he dropped the line into the
+water and almost instantly it was seized by a great fish.</p>
+
+<p>They knew it was a great fish, because it pulled so hard on the line
+that it dragged the raft forward even faster than the current of the
+river had carried it. The fish was frightened, and it was a strong
+swimmer. As the other end of the clothesline was bound around the logs
+he could not get it away, and as he had greedily swallowed the gold hook
+at the first bite he could not get rid of that, either.</p>
+
+<p>When they reached the place where the current had before changed, the
+fish was still swimming ahead in its wild attempt to escape. The raft
+slowed down, yet it did not stop, because the fish would not let it. It
+continued to move in the same direction it had been going. As the
+current reversed and rushed backward on its course it failed to drag the
+raft with it. Slowly, inch by inch, they floated on, and the fish tugged
+and tugged and kept them going.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I hope he won't give up,&quot; said Ojo anxiously. &quot;If the fish can hold out
+until the current changes again, we'll be all right.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The fish did not give up, but held the raft bravely on its course, till
+at last the water in the river shifted again and floated them the way
+they wanted to go. But now the captive fish found its strength failing.
+Seeking a refuge, it began to drag the raft toward the shore. As they
+did not wish to land in this place the boy cut the rope with his
+pocket-knife and set the fish free, just in time to prevent the raft
+from grounding.</p>
+
+<p>The next time the river backed up the Scarecrow managed to seize the
+branch of a tree that overhung the water and they all assisted him to
+hold fast and prevent the raft from being carried backward. While they
+waited here, Ojo spied a long broken branch lying upon the bank, so he
+leaped ashore and got it. When he had stripped off the side shoots he
+believed he could use the branch as a pole, to guide the raft in case of
+emergency.</p>
+
+<p>They clung to the tree until they found the water flowing the right way,
+when they let go and permitted the raft to resume its voyage. In spite
+of these pauses they were really making good progress toward the Winkie
+Country and having found a way to conquer the adverse current their
+spirits rose considerably. They could see little of the country through
+which they were passing, because of the high banks, and they met with no
+boats or other craft upon the surface of the river.</p>
+
+<p>Once more the trick river reversed its current, but this time the
+Scarecrow was on guard and used the pole to push the raft toward a big
+rock which lay in the water. He believed the rock would prevent their
+floating backward with the current, and so it did. They clung to this
+anchorage until the water resumed its proper direction, when they
+allowed the raft to drift on.</p>
+
+<p>Floating around a bend they saw ahead a high bank of water, extending
+across the entire river, and toward this they were being irresistibly
+carried. There being no way to arrest the progress of the raft they
+clung fast to the logs and let the river sweep them on. Swiftly the raft
+climbed the bank of water and slid down on the other side, plunging its
+edge deep into the water and drenching them all with spray.</p>
+
+<p>As again the raft righted and drifted on, Dorothy and Ojo laughed at the
+ducking they had received; but Scraps was much dismayed and the
+Scarecrow took out his handkerchief and wiped the water off the
+Patchwork Girl's patches as well as he was able to. The sun soon dried
+her and the colors of her patches proved good, for they did not run
+together nor did they fade.</p>
+
+<p>After passing the wall of water the current did not change or flow
+backward any more but continued to sweep them steadily forward. The
+banks of the river grew lower, too, permitting them to see more of the
+country, and presently they discovered yellow buttercups and dandelions
+growing amongst the grass, from which evidence they knew they had
+reached the Winkie Country.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't you think we ought to land?&quot; Dorothy asked the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Pretty soon,&quot; he replied. &quot;The Tin Woodman's castle is in the southern
+part of the Winkie Country, and so it can't be a great way from here.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Fearing they might drift too far, Dorothy and Ojo now stood up and
+raised the Scarecrow in their arms, as high as they could, thus allowing
+him a good view of the country. For a time he saw nothing he recognized,
+but finally he cried:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There it is! There it is!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Tin Woodman's tin castle. I can see its turrets glittering in the
+sun. It's quite a way off, but we'd better land as quickly as we can.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They let him down and began to urge the raft toward the shore by means
+of the pole. It obeyed very well, for the current was more sluggish now,
+and soon they had reached the bank and landed safely.</p>
+
+<p>The Winkie Country was really beautiful, and across the fields they
+could see afar the silvery sheen of the tin castle. With light hearts
+they hurried toward it, being fully rested by their long ride on the
+river.</p>
+
+<p>By and by they began to cross an immense field of splendid yellow
+lilies, the delicate fragrance of which was very delightful.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How beautiful they are!&quot; cried Dorothy, stopping to admire the
+perfection of these exquisite flowers.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said the Scarecrow, reflectively, &quot;but we must be careful not to
+crush or injure any of these lilies.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why not?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Tin Woodman is very kind-hearted,&quot; was the reply, &quot;and he hates to
+see any living thing hurt in any way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Are flowers alive?&quot; asked Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes, of course. And these flowers belong to the Tin Woodman. So, in
+order not to offend him, we must not tread on a single blossom.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Once,&quot; said Dorothy, &quot;the Tin Woodman stepped on a beetle and killed
+the little creature. That made him very unhappy and he cried until his
+tears rusted his joints, so he couldn't move 'em.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What did he do then?&quot; asked Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Put oil on them, until the joints worked smooth again.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh!&quot; exclaimed the boy, as if a great discovery had flashed across his
+mind. But he did not tell anybody what the discovery was and kept the
+idea to himself.</p>
+
+<p>It was a long walk, but a pleasant one, and they did not mind it a bit.
+Late in the afternoon they drew near to the wonderful tin castle of the
+Emperor of the Winkies, and Ojo and Scraps, who had never seen it
+before, were filled with amazement.</p>
+
+<p>Tin abounded in the Winkie Country and the Winkies were said to be the
+most skillful tinsmiths in all the world. So the Tin Woodman had
+employed them in building his magnificent castle, which was all of tin,
+from the ground to the tallest turret, and so brightly polished that it
+glittered in the sun's rays more gorgeously than silver. Around the
+grounds of the castle ran a tin wall, with tin gates; but the gates
+stood wide open because the Emperor had no enemies to disturb him.</p>
+
+<p>When they entered the spacious grounds our travelers found more to
+admire. Tin fountains sent sprays of clear water far into the air and
+there were many beds of tin flowers, all as perfectly formed as any
+natural flowers might be. There were tin trees, too, and here and there
+shady bowers of tin, with tin benches and chairs to sit upon. Also, on
+the sides of the pathway leading up to the front door of the castle,
+were rows of tin statuary, very cleverly executed. Among these Ojo
+recognized statues of Dorothy, Toto, the Scarecrow, the Wizard, the
+Shaggy Man, Jack Pumpkinhead and Ozma, all standing upon neat pedestals
+of tin.</p>
+
+<p>Toto was well acquainted with the residence of the Tin Woodman and,
+being assured a joyful welcome, he ran ahead and barked so loudly at the
+front door that the Tin Woodman heard him and came out in person to see
+if it were really his old friend Toto. Next moment the tin man had
+clasped the Scarecrow in a warm embrace and then turned to hug Dorothy.
+But now his eye was arrested by the strange sight of the Patchwork Girl,
+and he gazed upon her in mingled wonder and admiration.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty_Seven" id="Chapter_Twenty_Seven" />Chapter Twenty-Seven</h2>
+
+<h3>The Tin Woodman Objects</h3>
+
+
+<p>The Tin Woodman was one of the most important personages in all Oz.
+Though Emperor of the Winkies, he owed allegiance to Ozma, who ruled all
+the land, and the girl and the tin man were warm personal friends. He
+was something of a dandy and kept his tin body brilliantly polished and
+his tin joints well oiled. Also he was very courteous in manner and so
+kind and gentle that everyone loved him. The Emperor greeted Ojo and
+Scraps with cordial hospitality and ushered the entire party into his
+handsome tin parlor, where all the furniture and pictures were made of
+tin. The walls were paneled with tin and from the tin ceiling hung tin
+chandeliers.</p>
+
+<p>The Tin Woodman wanted to know, first of all, where Dorothy had found
+the Patchwork Girl, so between them the visitors told the story of how
+Scraps was made, as well as the accident to Margolotte and Unc Nunkie
+and how Ojo had set out upon a journey to procure the things needed for
+the Crooked Magician's magic charm. Then Dorothy told of their
+adventures in the Quadling Country and how at last they succeeded in
+getting the water from a dark well.</p>
+
+<p>While the little girl was relating these adventures the Tin Woodman sat
+in an easy chair listening with intense interest, while the others sat
+grouped around him. Ojo, however, had kept his eyes fixed upon the body
+of the tin Emperor, and now he noticed that under the joint of his left
+knee a tiny drop of oil was forming. He watched this drop of oil with a
+fast-beating heart, and feeling in his pocket brought out a tiny vial of
+crystal, which he held secreted in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the Tin Woodman changed his position, and at once Ojo, to the
+astonishment of all, dropped to the floor and held his crystal vial
+under the Emperor's knee joint. Just then the drop of oil fell, and the
+boy caught it in his bottle and immediately corked it tight. Then, with
+a red face and embarrassed manner, he rose to confront the others.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What in the world were you doing?&quot; asked the Tin Woodman.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I caught a drop of oil that fell from your knee-joint,&quot; confessed Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;A drop of oil!&quot; exclaimed the Tin Woodman. &quot;Dear me, how careless my
+valet must have been in oiling me this morning. I'm afraid I shall have
+to scold the fellow, for I can't be dropping oil wherever I go.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never mind,&quot; said Dorothy. &quot;Ojo seems glad to have the oil, for some
+reason.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; declared the Munchkin boy, &quot;I am glad. For one of the things the
+Crooked Magician sent me to get was a drop of oil from a live man's
+body. I had no idea, at first, that there was such a thing; but it's now
+safe in the little crystal vial.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You are very welcome to it, indeed,&quot; said the Tin Woodman. &quot;Have you
+now secured all the things you were in search of?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not quite all,&quot; answered Ojo. &quot;There were five things I had to get, and
+I have found four of them. I have the three hairs in the tip of a
+Woozy's tail, a six-leaved clover, a gill of water from a dark well and
+a drop of oil from a live man's body. The last thing is the easiest of
+all to get, and I'm sure that my dear Unc Nunkie&mdash;and good Margolotte,
+as well&mdash;will soon be restored to life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Munchkin boy said this with much pride and pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Good!&quot; exclaimed the Tin Woodman; &quot;I congratulate you. But what is the
+fifth and last thing you need, in order to complete the magic charm?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The left wing of a yellow butterfly,&quot; said Ojo. &quot;In this yellow
+country, and with your kind assistance, that ought to be very easy to
+find.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Tin Woodman stared at him in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Surely you are joking!&quot; he said.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No,&quot; replied Ojo, much surprised; &quot;I am in earnest.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But do you think for a moment that I would permit you, or anyone else,
+to pull the left wing from a yellow butterfly?&quot; demanded the Tin Woodman
+sternly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why not, sir?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why not? You ask me why not? It would be cruel&mdash;one of the most cruel
+and heartless deeds I ever heard of,&quot; asserted the Tin Woodman. &quot;The
+butterflies are among the prettiest of all created things, and they are
+very sensitive to pain. To tear a wing from one would cause it exquisite
+torture and it would soon die in great agony. I would not permit such a
+wicked deed under any circumstances!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo was astounded at hearing this. Dorothy, too, looked grave and
+disconcerted, but she knew in her heart that the Tin Woodman was right.
+The Scarecrow nodded his head in approval of his friend's speech, so it
+was evident that he agreed with the Emperor's decision. Scraps looked
+from one to another in perplexity.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Who cares for a butterfly?&quot; she asked.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Don't you?&quot; inquired the Tin Woodman.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Not the snap of a finger, for I have no heart,&quot; said the Patchwork
+Girl. &quot;But I want to help Ojo, who is my friend, to rescue the uncle
+whom he loves, and I'd kill a dozen useless butterflies to enable him to
+do that.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The Tin Woodman sighed regretfully.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;You have kind instincts,&quot; he said, &quot;and with a heart you would indeed
+be a fine creature. I cannot blame you for your heartless remark, as you
+cannot understand the feelings of those who possess hearts. I, for
+instance, have a very neat and responsive heart which the wonderful
+Wizard of Oz once gave me, and so I shall never&mdash;never&mdash;never permit a
+poor yellow butterfly to be tortured by anyone.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The yellow country of the Winkies,&quot; said Ojo sadly, &quot;is the only place
+in Oz where a yellow butterfly can be found.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm glad of that,&quot; said the Tin Woodman. &quot;As I rule the Winkie Country,
+I can protect my butterflies.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Unless I get the wing&mdash;just one left wing&mdash;&quot; said Ojo miserably, &quot;I
+can't save Unc Nunkie.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then he must remain a marble statue forever,&quot; declared the Tin Emperor,
+firmly.</p>
+
+<p>Ojo wiped his eyes, for he could not hold back the tears.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'll tell you what to do,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;We'll take a whole yellow
+butterfly, alive and well, to the Crooked Magician, and let him pull the
+left wing off.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, you won't,&quot; said the Tin Woodman. &quot;You can't have one of my dear
+little butterflies to treat in that way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then what in the world shall we do?&quot; asked Dorothy.</p>
+
+<p>They all became silent and thoughtful. No one spoke for a long time.
+Then the Tin Woodman suddenly roused himself and said:</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We must all go back to the Emerald City and ask Ozma's advice. She's a
+wise little girl, our Ruler, and she may find a way to help Ojo save his
+Unc Nunkie.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So the following morning the party started on the journey to the Emerald
+City, which they reached in due time without any important adventure. It
+was a sad journey for Ojo, for without the wing of the yellow butterfly
+he saw no way to save Unc Nunkie&mdash;unless he waited six years for the
+Crooked Magician to make a new lot of the Powder of Life. The boy was
+utterly discouraged, and as he walked along he groaned aloud.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Is anything hurting you?&quot; inquired the Tin Woodman in a kindly tone,
+for the Emperor was with the party.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I'm Ojo the Unlucky,&quot; replied the boy. &quot;I might have known I would fail
+in anything I tried to do.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why are you Ojo the Unlucky?&quot; asked the tin man.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Because I was born on a Friday.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Friday is not unlucky,&quot; declared the Emperor. &quot;It's just one of seven
+days. Do you suppose all the world becomes unlucky one-seventh of the
+time?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It was the thirteenth day of the month,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thirteen! Ah, that is indeed a lucky number,&quot; replied the Tin Woodman.
+&quot;All my good luck seems to happen on the thirteenth. I suppose most
+people never notice the good luck that comes to them with the number 13,
+and yet if the least bit of bad luck falls on that day, they blame it to
+the number, and not to the proper cause.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Thirteen's my lucky number, too,&quot; remarked the Scarecrow.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And mine,&quot; said Scraps. &quot;I've just thirteen patches on my head.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;But,&quot; continued Ojo, &quot;I'm left-handed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Many of our greatest men are that way,&quot; asserted the Emperor. &quot;To be
+left-handed is usually to be two-handed; the right-handed people are
+usually one-handed.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;And I've a wart under my right arm,&quot; said Ojo.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How lucky!&quot; cried the Tin Woodman. &quot;If it were on the end of your nose
+it might be unlucky, but under your arm it is luckily out of the way.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;For all those reasons,&quot; said the Munchkin boy, &quot;I have been called Ojo
+the Unlucky.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Then we must turn over a new leaf and call you henceforth Ojo the
+Lucky,&quot; declared the tin man. &quot;Every reason you have given is absurd.
+But I have noticed that those who continually dread ill luck and fear it
+will overtake them, have no time to take advantage of any good fortune
+that comes their way. Make up your mind to be Ojo the Lucky.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How can I?&quot; asked the boy, &quot;when all my attempts to save my dear uncle
+have failed?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Never give up, Ojo,&quot; advised Dorothy. &quot;No one ever knows what's going
+to happen next.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ojo did not reply, but he was so dejected that even their arrival at the
+Emerald City failed to interest him.</p>
+
+<p>The people joyfully cheered the appearance of the Tin Woodman, the
+Scarecrow and Dorothy, who were all three general favorites, and on
+entering the royal palace word came to them from Ozma that she would at
+once grant them an audience.</p>
+
+<p>Dorothy told the girl Ruler how successful they had been in their quest
+until they came to the item of the yellow butterfly, which the Tin
+Woodman positively refused to sacrifice to the magic potion.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;He is quite right,&quot; said Ozma, who did not seem a bit surprised. &quot;Had
+Ojo told me that one of the things he sought was the wing of a yellow
+butterfly I would have informed him, before he started out, that he
+could never secure it. Then you would have been saved the troubles and
+annoyances of your long journey.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I didn't mind the journey at all,&quot; said Dorothy; &quot;it was fun.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;As it has turned out,&quot; remarked Ojo, &quot;I can never get the things the
+Crooked Magician sent me for; and so, unless I wait the six years for
+him to make the Powder of Life, Unc Nunkie cannot be saved.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Ozma smiled.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Dr. Pipt will make no more Powder of Life, I promise you,&quot; said she. &quot;I
+have sent for him and had him brought to this palace, where he now is,
+and his four kettles have been destroyed and his book of recipes burned
+up. I have also had brought here the marble statues of your uncle and of
+Margolotte, which are standing in the next room.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They were all greatly astonished at this announcement.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, let me see Unc Nunkie! Let me see him at once, please!&quot; cried Ojo
+eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Wait a moment,&quot; replied Ozma, &quot;for I have something more to say.
+Nothing that happens in the Land of Oz escapes the notice of our wise
+Sorceress, Glinda the Good. She knew all about the magic-making of Dr.
+Pipt, and how he had brought the Glass Cat and the Patchwork Girl to
+life, and the accident to Unc Nunkie and Margolotte, and of Ojo's quest
+and his journey with Dorothy. Glinda also knew that Ojo would fail to
+find all the things he sought, so she sent for our Wizard and instructed
+him what to do. Something is going to happen in this palace, presently,
+and that 'something' will, I am sure, please you all. And now,&quot;
+continued the girl Ruler, rising from her chair, &quot;you may follow me into
+the next room.&quot;</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Twenty_Eight" id="Chapter_Twenty_Eight" />Chapter Twenty-Eight</h2>
+
+<h3>The Wonderful Wizard of Oz</h3>
+
+
+<p>When Ojo entered the room he ran quickly to the statue of Unc Nunkie and
+kissed the marble face affectionately.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I did my best, Unc,&quot; he said, with a sob, &quot;but it was no use!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Then he drew back and looked around the room, and the sight of the
+assembled company quite amazed him.</p>
+
+<p>Aside from the marble statues of Unc Nunkie and Margolotte, the Glass
+Cat was there, curled up on a rug; and the Woozy was there, sitting on
+its square hind legs and looking on the scene with solemn interest; and
+there was the Shaggy Man, in a suit of shaggy pea-green satin, and at a
+table sat the little Wizard, looking quite important and as if he knew
+much more than he cared to tell.</p>
+
+<p>Last of all, Dr. Pipt was there, and the Crooked Magician sat humped up
+in a chair, seeming very dejected but keeping his eyes fixed on the
+lifeless form of his wife Margolotte, whom he fondly loved but whom he
+now feared was lost to him forever.</p>
+
+<p>Ozma took a chair which Jellia Jamb wheeled forward for the Ruler, and
+back of her stood the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and Dorothy, as well as
+the Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger. The Wizard now arose and made a
+low bow to Ozma and another less deferent bow to the assembled company.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Ladies and gentlemen and beasts,&quot; he said, &quot;I beg to announce that our
+Gracious Ruler has permitted me to obey the commands of the great
+Sorceress, Glinda the Good, whose humble Assistant I am proud to be. We
+have discovered that the Crooked Magician has been indulging in his
+magical arts contrary to Law, and therefore, by Royal Edict, I hereby
+deprive him of all power to work magic in the future. He is no longer a
+crooked magician, but a simple Munchkin; he is no longer even crooked,
+but a man like other men.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>As he pronounced these words the Wizard waved his hand toward Dr. Pipt
+and instantly every crooked limb straightened out and became perfect.
+The former magician, with a cry of joy, sprang to his feet, looked at
+himself in wonder, and then fell back in his chair and watched the
+Wizard with fascinated interest.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Glass Cat, which Dr. Pipt lawlessly made,&quot; continued the Wizard,
+&quot;is a pretty cat, but its pink brains made it so conceited that it was a
+disagreeable companion to everyone. So the other day I took away the
+pink brains and replaced them with transparent ones, and now the Glass
+Cat is so modest and well behaved that Ozma has decided to keep her in
+the palace as a pet.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I thank you,&quot; said the cat, in a soft voice.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The Woozy has proved himself a good Woozy and a faithful friend,&quot; the
+Wizard went on, &quot;so we will send him to the Royal Menagerie, where he
+will have good care and plenty to eat all his life.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Much obliged,&quot; said the Woozy. &quot;That beats being fenced up in a lonely
+forest and starved.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;As for the Patchwork Girl,&quot; resumed the Wizard, &quot;she is so remarkable
+in appearance, and so clever and good tempered, that our Gracious Ruler
+intends to preserve her carefully, as one of the curiosities of the
+curious Land of Oz. Scraps may live in the palace, or wherever she
+pleases, and be nobody's servant but her own.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;That's all right,&quot; said Scraps.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;We have all been interested in Ojo,&quot; the little Wizard continued,
+&quot;because his love for his unfortunate uncle has led him bravely to face
+all sorts of dangers, in order that he might rescue him. The Munchkin
+boy has a loyal and generous heart and has done his best to restore Unc
+Nunkie to life. He has failed, but there are others more powerful than
+the Crooked Magician, and there are more ways than Dr. Pipt knew of to
+destroy the charm of the Liquid of Petrifaction. Glinda the Good has
+told me of one way, and you shall now learn how great is the knowledge
+and power of our peerless Sorceress.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>As he said this the Wizard advanced to the statue of Margolote and made
+a magic pass, at the same time muttering a magic word that none could
+hear distinctly. At once the woman moved, turned her head wonderingly
+this way and that, to note all who stood before her, and seeing Dr.
+Pipt, ran forward and threw herself into her husband's outstretched
+arms.</p>
+
+<p>Then the Wizard made the magic pass and spoke the magic word before the
+statue of Unc Nunkie. The old Munchkin immediately came to life and with
+a low bow to the Wizard said: &quot;Thanks.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>But now Ojo rushed up and threw his arms joyfully about his uncle, and
+the old man hugged his little nephew tenderly and stroked his hair and
+wiped away the boy's tears with a handkerchief, for Ojo was crying from
+pure happiness.</p>
+
+<p>Ozma came forward to congratulate them.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I have given to you, my dear Ojo and Unc Nunkie, a nice house just
+outside the walls of the Emerald City,&quot; she said, &quot;and there you shall
+make your future home and be under my protection.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Didn't I say you were Ojo the Lucky?&quot; asked the Tin Woodman, as
+everyone crowded around to shake Ojo's hand.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes; and it is true!&quot; replied Ojo, gratefully.</p>
+
+
+<pre>
+
+*** End of Project Gutenberg's The Patchwork Girl of Oz, by Baum ***
+
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