The Patchwork Girl of Oz

blesome

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

at the head of his bed he washed his face and hands an

f this is m

his side, so near that Ojo jump

so he sat down and ate all he wanted. Then, ri

gle," said he

eaking to the air, he said: "Whoever lives he

door, the cat following him. In the middle of the path sat

rfully. "I thought you were never comin

do all night?"

moon," she replied. "They're interesti

se not,"

get thrown outdoors," remarked Bun

hadn't been thrown out I wouldn't have

lf?" inq

e door of the house thre

ghtfully; "there was plenty to eat in that house, fo

ked the Patchwork Girl, no

as I was last night; and

n't you

good breakfast, and yet I think I'll n

and down the pa

e-kazz

is at t

to eat but a b

from the gr

that mean?"

nto my head, but of course I know nothing of a groc

ng, raving crazy, and her brains can't

res for 'em, anyhow? Have you noticed how

d to see what was coming. To their astonishment they beheld a small round table running as fast as it

ed the phonograp

which the Crooked Magician scattered

; and then, as the phonograph overtook them, the Glass

. Of course I wouldn't do that, because a talking-machine is supposed to talk and make a noise-and sometimes music. So I slipped out of the house while the Magi

r party. At first he did not know what to say to the newco

ess," he declared, "and you'll excus

ite!" exclaimed

," said the boy. "You'll

the phonograph, in an injured tone. "Everyone seems

e same room with you I was much annoyed by your squeaky horn. It growls and grumbles and clicks and scrat

my records. I must admit that I haven'

you'll have to g

member to have heard music when I first came to life, and I would l

mbia Edison,

r short," said the Patchwork Gir

you crazy," w

your statement. Loosen up a

graph, "is one the Magician attached just before we h

" inquir

ver manufactured. You're supposed to like it, whether you do or not, a

e least,"

, lis

tes Ojo put his hands to his ears to shut out the s

c," she said. "

it free and threw it into the road. However, the moment the crank struck the ground it

as fast as they could go. But the phonograph was right behind them a

r? Don't you love

sical and preserve what joy we have left. I haven't any ner

ere's a rag-time tune on the

s rag-

site of c

Scraps, and turn

wildering that after a moment Scraps stuffed her patchwork apron into the go

was, the phono

hat music I'll smash you

rom one to another and said with great indignation: "What's t

," said the cat; "but I simply can't

adful!" exclaimed O

u what, Vic," she added as she smoothed out her apron and put it on again, "for som

he the savage breast," ass

advise you to go home and

He'd s

ll do, if you stay

"Find some one who is real wicked, and stay with him till

way and trotted down a side path,

we go?" asked B

for this path is the widest and best. When we come to s