breakfast was over they all went Magician's big workshop, where the Glass Cat was lying mirror Patchwork Girl lay limp and lifeless bench

"Now, then," said Dr Pipt, in brisk tone, " perform greatest feats of magic possible to man, even marvelous Land of Oz In no other country could it at all we little music while the Patchwork Girl comes to life pleasant to reflect first sounds her golden ears will hear delicious music "

As he spoke he went to phonograph, which screwed fast to small table, and wound up the spring instrument and adjusted the big gold horn

"The music my servant will usually hear," remarked Margolotte, " my orders her work But no harm in allowing her to listen unseen band while she wakens to her first realization of life My orders will beat the band, afterward "

The phonograph was now playing stirring march tune Magician unlocked his cabinet and took out the gold bottle containing the Powder of Life

They all bent over the bench the Patchwork Girl reclined Unc Nunkie and Margolotte stood behind, near the windows, Ojo at one side Magician in front, where 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 bottle some grains wonderful Powder, fell directly Patchwork Girl's head and arms

Chapter Five

Terrible Accident

" take powder 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 crooked man's hand and sent it flying across the room Unc Nunkie and Margolotte were so startled 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 wild cry that Ojo jumped away 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 powerful Liquid of Petrifaction was spilled it fell only wife Magician uncle of Ojo two the charm worked promptly They stood motionless and stiff as marble statues, in exactly the positions they were in Liquid struck them

Ojo pushed the Patchwork Girl away and ran to Unc Nunkie, filled with terrible fear only friend and protector he had ever known When he grasped Unc's hand cold and hard Even the long gray beard was solid marble The Crooked Magician was dancing around the room in frenzy of despair, calling upon his wife to forgive him, to him, to life again !

The Patchwork Girl, quickly recovering from her fright, now came nearer and looked from one to another 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 glass, she exclaimed:

"Whee, but there's gaudy dame ! Makes paint-box blush with shame Razzle-dazzle, fizzle-fazzle ! Howdy-do, Miss What's-your-name ? "

She bowed, reflection bowed Then she laughed again, long and merrily, 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, please, and therefore incomparable Of all the comic, absurd, rare and amusing creatures the world contains, the supreme freak Who but poor Margolotte managed to invent such an unreasonable being as I ? But I'm glad--I'm awfully glad ! --that I'm just what , and nothing else "

"Be quiet, ? " cried the frantic Magician; "be quiet and let me think ! If I don't think go mad "

"Think ahead," said the Patchwork Girl, seating herself in chair "Think all to I don't mind "

"Gee ! but I'm tired playing that tune," called the phonograph, speaking horn in brazen, scratchy voice " don't mind, Pipt, old boy, I'll cut it out and take rest "

The Magician looked gloomily music- machine

"What dreadful luck ! " he wailed, despondently "The Powder of Life fallen phonograph "

He went up and found gold bottle that contained the precious powder had dropped stand and scattered its life-giving grains over the machine The phonograph was alive, and began dancing jig legs table attached, and this dance so annoyed Dr Pipt that he kicked the thing into corner and pushed bench against it, to hold it quiet

"You were bad enough before," said the Magician, resentfully; "but live phonograph is enough to drive every sane person Land of Oz stark crazy "

"No insults, please," answered the phonograph in surly tone " 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 whirl merrily around the room

" ," 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, "

"That's nonsense, kiddie," retorted the Patchwork Girl cheerfully "No one unlucky who intelligence to direct his own actions The unlucky ones are those who beg for chance , 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 powder on them and bring them to life again ? " asked the Patchwork Girl

The Magician gave jump

"Why, I hadn't thought ! " he joyfully cried, and grabbed up the golden bottle, he ran to Margolotte

Said the Patchwork Girl:

"Higgledy, piggledy, dee-- What fools magicians be ! His head's so thick 't think quick, So he takes advice from me "

Standing bench, for so crooked reach the top wife's head in way, Dr Pipt began shaking the bottle But not grain of powder came out He pulled off the cover, glanced within, and then threw the bottle with wail of despair

"Gone--gone ! Every bit gone," he cried "Wasted miserable phonograph when it saved my dear wife ! "

Then the Magician bowed his head crooked arms and began to cry

Ojo was sorry for him He went sorrowful man and said softly:

" more Powder of Life, Dr Pipt "

"Yes; but take me six years--six long, weary years of stirring four kettles with both feet and both hands," agonized reply "Six years ! while poor Margolotte stands watching me as marble image "

"Can't anything else ? " asked the Patchwork Girl

The Magician shook his head Then to remember something and looked up

" one other compound destroy the magic spell Liquid of Petrifaction and restore my wife and Unc Nunkie to life," said he "It hard the things this magic compound, but were found do in an instant 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 lot more sensible than those stirring times kettles "

"That's the idea, Scraps," said the Glass Cat, approvingly "I'm glad decent brains Mine are exceptionally good You 'em work; they're pink "

"Scraps ? " repeated the girl "Did you call me 'Scraps' ? 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 laugh "It fits me better, patchwork is all scraps, and nothing else naming me, Miss Cat any name of your own ? "

" foolish name that Margolotte once , but quite undignified importance," answered the cat "She called me 'Bungle '"

"Yes," sighed the Magician; "you were sad bungle, taken all in all wrong you as , for more useless, conceited and brittle thing never before existed "

"I'm not so brittle as ," retorted the cat "I've been alive years, for Dr Pipt experimented on me first magic Powder of Life he ever made, and I've never broken or cracked or chipped any part of me "

"You seem chip shoulder," laughed the Patchwork Girl, cat went mirror

"Tell me," pleaded Ojo, speaking Crooked Magician, "what must to compound save Unc Nunkie ? "

"First," reply, " six- leaved clover only be found green country around the Emerald City, and six-leaved clovers are very scarce, even there "

"I'll find it ," promised Ojo

"The next thing," continued the Magician, " left wing of yellow butterfly That color can only be found yellow country Winkies, West Emerald City "

"I'll find it," declared Ojo " all ? "

"Oh, no; I'll get my Book of Recipes what comes next "