"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.

• velvet [´velvit] n.&a.天鹅绒(般的) (初中英语单词)
• bother [´bɔðə] v.打扰 n.麻烦(事) (初中英语单词)
• kitten [´kitn] n.小猫 (初中英语单词)
• liquid [´likwid] n.液体 a.流动的 (初中英语单词)
• arrest [ə´rest] vt.逮捕 n.逮捕；停止 (初中英语单词)
• interfere [,intə´fiə] vi.干涉；妨碍；打扰 (初中英语单词)
• unfortunate [ʌn´fɔ:tʃunit] a.不幸的，运气差的 (初中英语单词)
• punish [´pʌniʃ] vt.(惩)罚；痛击；折磨 (初中英语单词)
• cheese [tʃi:z] n.干酪，乳酪 (初中英语单词)
• bundle [´bʌndl] n.包，捆；包袱(裹) (初中英语单词)
• mystery [´mistəri] n.神秘；秘密；故弄玄虚 (初中英语单词)
• innocent [´inəsənt] a.无罪的；单纯的 (初中英语单词)
• guilty [´gilti] a.有罪的；心虚的 (初中英语单词)
• crooked [´krukid] a.弯曲的；畸形的 (高中英语单词)
• magician [mə´dʒiʃən] n.魔法师；妖道；术士 (高中英语单词)
• transparent [træns´peərənt] a.透明的；显而易见的 (高中英语单词)
• decided [di´saidid] a.明显的；决定的 (高中英语单词)
• related [ri´leitid] a.叙述的；有联系的 (高中英语单词)
• gladly [´glædli] ad.愉快地，高兴地 (高中英语单词)
• hesitation [,hezi´teiʃən] n.犹豫，踌躇 (高中英语单词)
• clover [´kləuvə] n.三叶草 (高中英语单词)
• shaggy [´ʃægi] a.蓬乱的；多粗毛的 (英语四级单词)
• annoyance [ə´nɔiəns] n.烦恼事(人) (英语四级单词)
• devoted [di´vəutid] a.献身...的，忠实的 (英语四级单词)
• respectful [ri´spektfəl] a.恭敬的；尊敬人的 (英语六级单词)
• accidentally [,æksi´dentəli] ad.偶然地 (英语六级单词)
• fireworks [´faiəwə:ks] n.爆竹，焰火 (英语六级单词)