The Patchwork Girl of Oz

ible A

to do its work," remarked the Magician, sp

d sent it flying across the room. Unc Nunkie and Margolotte were so startled that they both leaped backward and bum

narled and hid under the table, and so it was that when the powerful Liquid of Petrifaction was spilled it fell only upon the wife of the Magician and the uncle of

ever known. When he grasped Unc's hand it was cold and hard. Even the long gray beard was solid marble. The Crooked Magician wa

interest. Then she looked at herself and laughed. Noticing the mirror, she stood before it and examined her extraordinary featu

there's a

nt-box blus

zzle, fiz

iss What's-

laughed again, long and merrily, and the Gla

r laughing at yoursel

comic, absurd, rare and amusing creatures the world contains, I must be the supreme freak. Who but poor Margolotte could have

ic Magician; "be quiet and let me thi

irl, seating herself in a chair. "T

speaking through its horn in a brazen, scratchy voice. "If yo

ked gloomily at

espondently. "The Powder of Life m

giving grains over the machine. The phonograph was very much alive, and began dancing a jig with the legs of the table to which it wa

sentfully; "but a live phonograph is enough to driv

e phonograph in a surly tone. "Yo

g, Dr. Pipt," added the G

work Girl, jumping up to wh

f over Unc Nunkie's sad fate, "it must all be my faul

who has the intelligence to direct his own actions. The unlucky ones are those who beg for

fallen upon my dear wife and Unc Nunkie and

that powder on them and bring them to

cian gav

fully cried, and grabbed up the golden

Patchwo

y, piggl

ls magic

ad's s

t think

es advice

in any other way, Dr. Pipt began shaking the bottle. But not a grain of powder came out. He p

"Wasted on that miserable phonograph

his head on his crooke

He went up to the sorro

ore Powder of L

four kettles with both feet and both hands," was the agonized reply. "

se be done?" asked

d. Then he seemed to remem

Nunkie to life," said he. "It may be hard to find the things I need to make this magic compound, but if they were found

ed the Patchwork Girl. "That seems a lot more sen

gly. "I'm glad to find you have decent brains. Mine are

irl. "Did you call me 'S

ad intended to name you 'An

me better, for my patchwork is all scraps, and nothing else. Th

, but which is quite undignified for one of my impo

all in all. I was wrong to make you as I did, for a more u

ny years, for Dr. Pipt experimented on me with the first magic Powder of Life h

ulder," laughed the Patchwork Girl,

rooked Magician, "what must we find to ma

hat can only be found in the green country around the Emera

t for you,"

g of a yellow butterfly. That color can only be found in t

" declared Ojo

Book of Recipes and

mall book covered with blue leather. Looking through the pages he found the

well is that, si

The water must be put in a gold bottle and bro

ter from the dar

the tip of a Woozy's tail, and a

ed grave

ozy, please?"

never seen one, so I can't des

hairs from its tail," said Ojo. "But

ed in the book ag

hat is called for, or the charm won't work. The book doesn't say 'blood'; it says 'oil,

trying not to feel discoura

he little Munchkin boy i

long journeys; for you must search through several of the

t I must do my best

Ojo, and while you are gone I shall begin the six years job of making a new batch of the Powder of Life. Then, if you should unluckily fail to secure any one of the things needed,

y journey at once,

h you," declared t

e no right to leave this house. You are on

ing up and down the room,

servant?"

A-a sort of sla

you and your wife by helping Ojo find the things you nee

. "I am well aware that Ojo h

and resuming her

ob for a bo

l from a liv

clover; thr

's tail, the

for the m

rom a pitch

wing of a

must Ojo

ets them wi

ll make the

doesn't ge

stand a ma

looked at her

ed your services until she is restored to life. Also I think you may be able to help the boy, for your head seems to contain some thoughts I did not expect to find in it. But be very careful of yourself, for you're a souvenir of my dear Margolotte. Try not to get ripped, or your stuffin

aps and Ojo," annou

," said th

y n

d you couldn't be a bit of use t

haughty tone. "Three heads are better than two, and

rritably. "You're only an annoyance, a

ing, then," answere

a cupboard and packed several thin

arch. Take care of the Patchwork Girl and bring her safely back, for she ought to prove useful to my wife. As for the Glass Cat-properly named Bungle-if she bothe

e and kissed the old man's

him; and then he shook the crooked hand of the Crooked Magician, who was already busy

lowed him, and after t