hand　seized　her　firmly　and　threw　her　out　of　the
  door；　which　closed　behind　her　with　a　sharp
  slam。　She　found　herself　bumping　and　rolling　in
  the　road　and　when　she　got　up　and　tried　to　open
  the　door　of　the　house　again　she　found　it　locked。
  〃What　has　happened　to　Scraps？〃　asked　Ojo。
  〃Never　mind。　Let's　go　to　sleep；　or　something
  will　happen　to　us；〃　answered　the　Glass　Cat。
  So　Ojo　snuggled　down　in　his　bed　and　fell
  asleep；　and　he　was　so　tired　that　he　never
  wakened　until　broad　daylight。
  Chapter　Seven
  The　Troublesome　Phonograph
  When　the　boy　opened　his　eyes　next　morning　he
  looked　carefully　around　the　room。　These　small
  Munchkin　houses　seldom　had　more　than　one　room　in
  them。　That　in　which　Ojo　now　found　himself　had
  three　beds；　set　all　in　a　row　on　one　side　of　it。
  The　Glass　Cat　lay　asleep　on　one　bed；　Ojo　was　in
  the　second；　and　the　third　was　neatly　made　up　and
  smoothed　for　the　day。　On　the　other　side　of　the
  room　was　a　round　table　on　which　breakfast　was
  already　placed；　smoking　hot。　Only　one　chair　was
  drawn　up　to　the　table；　where　a　place　was　set　for
  one　person。　No　one　seemed　to　be　in　the　room　except
  the　boy　and　Bungle。
  Ojo　got　up　and　put　on　his　shoes。　Finding　a
  toilet　stand　at　the　head　of　his　bed　he　washed　his
  face　and　hands　and　brushed　his　hair。　Then　he
  went　to　the　table　and　said：
  〃I　wonder　if　this　is　my　breakfast？〃
  〃Eat　it！〃　commanded　a　Voice　at　his　side；　so
  near　that　Ojo　jumped；　But　no　person　could　he
  see。
  He　was　hungry；　and　the　breakfast　looked
  good；　so　he　sat　down　and　ate　all　he　wanted。
  Then；　rising；　he　took　his　hat　and　wakened　the
  Glass　Cat。
  〃Come　on；　Bungle；〃　said　he；　〃we　must　go。
  He　cast　another　glance　about　the　room　and；
  speaking　to　the　air；　he　said：　〃Whoever　lives　here
  has　been　kind　to　me；　and　I'm　much　obliged。〃
  There　was　no　answer；　so　he　took　his　basket
  and　went　out　the　door；　the　cat　following　him。
  In　the　middle　of　the　path　sat　the　Patchwork
  Girl；　playing　with　pebbles　she　had　picked　up。
  〃Oh；　there　you　are！〃　she　exclaimed　cheerfully。
  〃I　thought　you　were　never　coming　out。　It　has　been
  daylight　a　long　time。〃
  〃What　did　you　do　all　night？〃　asked　the　boy。
  〃Sat　here　and　watched　the　stars　and　the
  moon；〃　she　replied。　〃They're　interesting。　I　never
  saw　them　before；　you　know。〃
  〃Of　course　not；〃　said　Ojo。
  〃You　were　crazy　to　act　so　badly　and　get
  thrown　outdoors；〃　remarked　Bungle；　as　they
  renewed　their　journey。
  〃That's　all　right；〃　said　Scraps。　〃If　I　hadn't
  been　thrown　out　I　wouldn't　have　seen　the　stars；
  nor　the　big　gray　wolf。〃
  〃What　wolf？〃　inquired　Ojo。
  〃The　one　that　came　to　the　door　of　the　house
  three　times　during　the　night。〃
  〃I　don't　see　why　that　should　be；〃　said　the
  boy；　thoughtfully；　〃there　was　plenty　to　eat　in
  that　house；　for　I　had　a　fine　breakfast；　and　I
  slept　in　a　nice　bed。〃
  〃Don't　you　feel　tired？〃　asked　the　Patchwork
  Girl；　noticing　that　the　boy　yawned。
  〃Why；　yes；　I'm　as　tired　as　I　was　last　night；
  and　yet　I　slept　very　well。〃
  〃And　aren't　you　hungry？〃
  〃It's　strange；〃　replied　Ojo。　〃I　had　a　good
  breakfast；　and　yet　I　think　I'll　now　eat　some　of
  my　crackers　and　cheese。〃
  Scraps　danced　up　and　down　the　path。　Then
  she　sang：
  〃Kizzle…kazzle…kore；
  The　wolf　is　at　the　door；
  There's　nothing　to　eat　but　a　bone　without　meat；
  And　a　bill　from　the　grocery　store。〃
  〃What　does　that　mean？〃　asked　Ojo。
  〃Don't　ask　me；〃　replied　Scraps。　〃I　say　what
  comes　into　my　head；　but　of　course　I　know　nothing
  of　a　grocery　store　or　bones　without　meat　or
  very　much　else。〃
  〃No；〃　said　the　cat；　〃she's　stark；　staring；
  raving　crazy；　and　her　brains　can't　be　pink；　for
  they　don't　work　properly。〃
  〃Bother　the　brains！〃　cried　Scraps。　〃Who　cares
  for　'em；　anyhow？　Have　you　noticed　how　beautiful　my
  patches　are　in　this　sunlight？〃
  Just　then　they　heard　a　sound　as　of　footsteps
  pattering　along　the　path　behind　them　and　all　three
  turned　to　see　what　was　coming。　To　their
  astonishment　they　beheld　a　small　round　table
  running　as　fast　as　its　four　spindle　legs　could
  carry　it；　and　to　the　top　was　screwed　fast　a
  phonograph　with　a　big　gold　horn。
  〃Hold　on！〃　shouted　the　phonograph。　〃Wait　for
  me！〃
  〃Goodness　me；　it's　that　music　thing　which　the
  Crooked　Magician　scattered　the　Powder　of　Life
  over；〃　said　Ojo。
  〃So　it　is；〃　returned　Bungle；　in　a　grumpy　tone　of
  voice；　and　then；　as　the　phonograph　overtook　them；
  the　Glass　Cat　added　sternly：　〃What　are　you　doing
  here；　anyhow？〃
  〃I've　run　away；〃　said　the　music　thing。　〃After
  you　left；　old　Dr。　Pipt　and　I　had　a　dreadful
  quarrel　and　he　threatened　to　smash　me　to　pieces　if
  I　didn't　keep　quiet。　Of　course　I　wouldn't　do　that；
  because　a　talking…machine　is　supposed　to　talk　and
  make　a　noiseand　sometimes　music。　So　I　slipped　out
  of　the　house　while　the　Magician　was　stirring　his
  four　kettles　and　I've　been　running　after　you　all
  night。　Now　that　I've　found　such　pleasant　company；
  I　can　talk　and　play　tunes　all　I　want　to。〃
  Ojo　was　greatly　annoyed　by　this　unwelcome
  addition　to　their　party。　At　first　he　did　not　know
  what　to　say　to　the　newcomer；　but　a　little　thought
  decided　him　not　to　make　friends。
  〃We　are　traveling　on　important　business；〃　he
  declared；　〃and　you'll　excuse　me　if　I　say　we　can't
  be　bothered。〃
  〃How　very　impolite！〃　exclaimed　the　phonograph。
  〃I'm　sorry；　but　it's　true；〃　said　the　boy。　〃You'll
  have　to　go　somewhere　else。〃
  〃This　is　very　unkind　treatment；　I　must　say；
  whined　the　phonograph；　in　an　injured　tone。
  〃Everyone　seems　to　hate　me；　and　yet　I　was　intended
  to　amuse　people。〃
  〃It　isn't　you　we　hate；　especially；〃　observed
  the　Glass　Cat；　〃it's　your　dreadful　music。　When
  I　lived　in　the　same　room　with　you　I　was　much
  annoyed　by　your　squeaky　horn。　It　growls　and
  grumbles　and　clicks　and　scratches　so　it　spoils
  the　music；　and　your　machinery　rumbles　so　that
  the　racket　drowns　every　tune　you　attempt。〃
  〃That　isn't　my　fault；　it's　the　fault　of　my
  records。　I　must　admit　that　I　haven't　a　clear
  record；〃　answered　the　machine。
  〃Just　the　same；　you'll　have　to　go　away；〃　said
  Ojo。
  〃Wait　a　minute；〃　cried　Scraps。　〃This　music
  thing　interests　me。　I　remember　to　have　heard
  music　when　I　first　came　to　life；　and　I　would　like
  to　hear　it　again。　What　is　your　name；　my　poor
  abused　phonograph？〃
  〃Victor　Columbia　Edison；〃　it　answered。
  〃Well；　I　shall　call　you　'Vic'　for　short；〃　said
  the　Patchwork　Girl。　〃Go　ahead　and　play　something。〃
  〃It'll　drive　you　crazy；〃　warned　the　cat。
  〃I'm　crazy　now；　according　to　your　statement。
  Loosen　up　and　reel　out　the　music；　Vic。〃
  〃The　only　record　I　have　with　me；〃　explained
  the　phonograph；　〃is　one　the　Magician　attached
  just　before　we　had　our　quarrel。　It's　a　highly
  classical　composition。〃
  〃A　what？〃　inquired　Scraps。
  〃It　is　classical　music；　and　is　considered　the
  best　and　most　puzzling　ever　manufactured。
  You're　supposed　to　like　it；　whether　you　do　or
  not；　and　if　you　don't；　the　proper　thing　is　to　look
  as　if　you　did。　Understand？〃
  〃Not　in　the　least；〃　said　Scraps。
  〃Then；　listen！〃
  At　once　the　machine　began　to　play　and　in　a
  few　minutes　Ojo　put　his　hands　to　his　ears　to
  shut　out　the　sounds　and　the　cat　snarled　and
  Scraps　began　to　Jaugh。
  〃Cut　it　out；　Vic；〃　she　said。　〃That's　enough。〃
  But　the　phonograph　continued　playing　the　dreary
  tune；　so　Ojo　seized　the　crank；　jerked　it　free　and
  threw　it　into　the　road。　However；　the　moment　the
  crank　struck　the　ground　it　hounded　back　to　the
  machine　again　and　began　winding　it　up。　And　still
  the　music　played。
  〃Let's　run！〃　cried　Scraps；　and　they　all　started
  and　ran　down　the　path　as　fast　as　they　could　go。
  But　the　phonograph　was　right　behind　them
  and　could　run　and　play　at　the　same　time。　It
  called　out；　reproachfully：
  〃What's　the　matter？　Don't　you　love　classical
  music？〃
  〃No；　Vic；〃　said　Scraps；　halting。　〃We　will
  passical