" mistake in giving you sorts of brains," observed the boy "Perhaps, Magician said, an overdose, and not agree "

"What had you with my brains ? " asked Scraps

"A lot," replied Ojo "Old Margolotte meant only few--just enough you going--but when she wasn't looking I added more, best kinds find Magician's cupboard "

"Thanks," said the girl, dancing along the path ahead of Ojo and then dancing back side "If few brains are good, many brains better "

"But they evenly balanced," said the boy, "and I had no time careful 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, trotting along in very dainty and graceful manner "The only brains worth considering are mine, which are pink You 'em work "

After walking they came to little brook that trickled across the path, and here Ojo sat down to rest and eat something basket Magician had given him part of loaf of bread and slice of cheese He broke off bread and was surprised the loaf just as large as before It same way cheese: however much he broke off slice, it remained exactly the same size

"Ah," said he, nodding wisely; "that's magic Dr Pipt has enchanted the bread cheese, so last me all through my journey, however much I eat "

"Why put those things into your mouth ? " asked Scraps, gazing at him in astonishment "Do more stuffing ? Then why don't you use cotton, such as stuffed with ? "

"I don't need that kind," said Ojo

"But mouth is with, isn't it ? "

" also to eat with," replied the boy "If I didn't put food into my mouth, and eat it, get hungry and starve

"Ah, I didn't know that," she said " some "

Ojo handed her bit bread and she put it in her mouth

"What next ? " she asked, scarcely able

"Chew it and swallow it," said the boy

Scraps tried that Her pearl teeth were unable to chew the bread and beyond her mouth no opening Being unable to swallow she threw away the bread and laughed

" get hungry and starve, for 't eat," she said

"Neither can I," announced the cat; "but I'm not fool enough 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 "

she began amusing herself by leaping across the brook and back again

"Be careful, or you'll fall water," warned Ojo

"Never mind "

"You'd better get wet you'll be soggy and can't walk Your colors might run, too,"

"Don't my colors run whenever I run ? " she asked

"Not way I mean get wet, the reds and greens and yellows and purples of your patches might run into and become just blur--no color at all, "

"Then," said the Patchwork Girl, "I'll be careful, for if I spoiled my splendid colors cease beautiful "

"Pah ! " sneered the Glass Cat, "such colors beautiful; they're ugly, and in bad taste Please notice that my body has no color at all I'm transparent, except exquisite red heart and my lovely pink brains--you 'em work "

"Shoo--shoo--shoo ! " cried Scraps, dancing around and laughing "And your horrid green eyes, Miss Bungle ! 't see your eyes, but , and you're very proud of what little color Shoo, Miss Bungle, shoo--shoo--shoo ! were all colors and many colors, as , you'd be too stuck up for anything " She leaped over the cat and back again, startled Bungle crept close to 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 ? "

"Dear me, Ojo," said the cat; "don't the creature is little bit crazy ? "

"It ," he answered, with 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 " be good comrades and as happy and cheerful as possible, for likely to meet with plenty of trouble way "

nearly sundown came edge forest and saw spread out before them delightful landscape There were broad blue fields stretching for miles over the valley, dotted everywhere with pretty, blue domed houses, none , however, was very near place where they stood Just point where the path left the forest stood tiny house covered with leaves trees, and before this stood Munchkin man with an axe hand surprised when Ojo and Scraps Glass Cat came woods, but Patchwork Girl approached nearer he sat down upon bench and laughed so hard that speak

This man was woodchopper and lived all alone little house He had bushy blue whiskers and merry blue eyes blue clothes were quite old and worn

"Mercy me ! " exclaimed the woodchopper, when at last stop laughing " think such funny harlequin lived Land of Oz ? Where did you come from, Crazy-quilt ? "

" me ? " asked the Patchwork Girl

" ," he replied

"You misjudge my ancestry I'm not 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 crazy-quilt; but I never thought such jumble could come to life "

"It Magic Powder that did it," explained Ojo

"Oh, then come Crooked Magician mountain known it, for--Well, I declare ! here's glass cat But the Magician will get in trouble ; it's against the law for anyone to work magic except Glinda the Good royal Wizard of Oz people--or things--or glass spectacles--or crazy- quilts--or whatever , go near the Emerald City, you'll be arrested "

"We're going there, anyhow," declared Scraps, sitting bench and swinging her stuffed legs

"If any of us takes rest, We'll be arrested sure, And get no restitution 'Cause the rest endure "

" ," said the woodchopper, nodding; "you're as crazy crazy-quilt you're made of "

"She really is crazy," remarked the Glass Cat "But that isn't wondered at remember different things she's made of part, I'm made of pure glass--except my jewel heart and my pretty pink brains Did you notice my brains, stranger ? You 'em work "

"So ," replied the woodchopper; "but 't see accomplish much glass cat is useless sort of thing, but Patchwork Girl is really useful She makes me laugh, and laughter best thing in life once woodchopper, friend , who all of tin, and I used to laugh every time him "

"A tin woodchopper ? " said Ojo " strange "

"My friend wasn't always tin," said the man, "but careless axe, and used to chop himself very badly Whenever an arm or leg he had it replaced with tin; so after while all tin "

"And could he chop wood then ? " asked the boy

" if he didn't rust his tin joints But one day he met Dorothy forest and went with her Emerald City, where his fortune now favorites of Princess Ozma, and she him the Emperor Winkies--the Country where all is yellow "

" Dorothy ? " inquired the Patchwork Girl

"A little maid who used to live in Kansas, but is now Princess of Oz She's Ozma's best friend, they say, and lives with her 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 of tin person, is Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman; and never be but one Patchwork Girl, for any magician that sees refuse another one like you "

"I suppose see the Tin Woodman, for going Country Winkies," said the boy

"What for ? " asked the woodchopper

" the left wing of yellow butterfly "

" long journey," declared the man, "and go through lonely parts of Oz and cross rivers and traverse dark forests get there "