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　cakeno　jellyno
  applesnothing　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　livewho　won't　let
  anybody　go　by　themand　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