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；
  forWell；　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
  peopleor　thingsor　glass　spectaclesor　crazy…
  quiltsor　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　glassexcept　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　Winkiesthe　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