Dorothy Gale was sitting in one of her rooms in the royal palace, while curled up at her feet was a little black dog with a shaggy coat and very bright eyes.She wore a plain white frock, without any jewels or other ornaments except an emerald-green hair-ribbon, for Dorothy was a simple little girl and had not been in the least spoiled by the magnificence surrounding her.Once the child had lived on the Kansas prairies, but she seemed marked for adventure for she had made seven trips to the Land of Oz before she came to live there for good.Her very best friend was the beautiful Ozma of Oz, who loved Dorothy so well that she kept her in her own palace, so as to be near her.The girl's Uncle Henry and Aunt Em--the only relatives she had in the world--had also been brought here by Ozma and given a pleasant home.
Dorothy knew almost everybody in Oz, and it was she who had discovered the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion, as well as Tik-tok the Clockwork Man.Her life was very pleasant now, and although she had been made a Princess of Oz by her friend Ozma she did not care much to be a Princess and remained as sweet as when she had been plain Dorothy Gale of Kansas.
Dorothy was reading in a book this evening when Jellia Jamb, the favorite servant-maid of the palace, came to say that the Shaggy Man wanted to see her.
"All right," said Dorothy; "tell him to come right up.""But he has some queer creatures with him--some of the queerest I've ever laid eyes on," reported Jellia.
"Never mind; let 'em all come up," replied Dorothy.
But when the door opened to admit not only the Shaggy Man, but Scraps, the Woozy and the Glass Cat, Dorothy jumped up and looked at her strange visitors in amazement.The Patchwork Girl was the most curious of all and Dorothy was uncertain at first whether Scraps was really alive or only a dream or a nightmare.Toto, her dog, slowly uncurled himself and going to the Patchwork Girl sniffed at her inquiringly; but soon he lay down again, as if to say he had no interest in such an irregular creation.
"You're a new one to me," Dorothy said reflectively, addressing the Patchwork Girl."Ican't imagine where you've come from."
"Who, me?" asked Scraps, looking around the pretty room instead of at the girl."Oh, I came from a bed-quilt, I guess.That's what they say, anyhow.Some call it a crazy-quilt and some a patchwork quilt.But my name is Scraps--and now you know all about me.""Not quite all," returned Dorothy with a smile.
"I wish you'd tell me how you came to be alive.""That's an easy job," said Scraps, sitting upon a big upholstered chair and making the springs bounce her up and down."Margolotte wanted a slave, so she made me out of an old bed-quilt she didn't use.Cotton stuffing, suspender-button eyes, red velvet tongue, pearl beads for teeth.
The Crooked Magician made a Powder of Life, sprinkled me with it and--here I am.Perhaps you've noticed my different colors.A very refined and educated gentleman named the Scarecrow, whom Imet, told me I am the most beautiful creature in all Oz, and I believe it.""Oh! Have you met our Scarecrow, then?" asked Dorothy, a little puzzled to understand the brief history related.
"Yes; isn't he jolly?"
"The Scarecrow has many good qualities," replied Dorothy."But I'm sorry to hear all this 'bout the Crooked Magician.Ozma'll be mad as hops when she hears he's been doing magic again.She told him not to.""He only practices magic for the benefit of his own family," explained Bungle, who was keeping at a respectful distance from the little black dog.
"Dear me," said Dorothy; "I hadn't noticed you before.Are you glass, or what?""I'm glass, and transparent, too, which is more than can be said of some folks," answered the cat."Also I have some lovely pink brains; you can see 'em work.""Oh; is that so? Come over here and let me see."The Class Cat hesitated, eyeing the dog.
"Send that beast away and I will," she said.
"Beast! Why, that's my dog Toto, an' he's the kindest dog in all the world.Toto knows a good many things, too; 'most as much as I do, Iguess."
"Why doesn't he say anything?" asked Bungle.
"He can't talk, not being a fairy dog,"
explained Dorothy."He's just a common United States dog; but that's a good deal; and Iunderstand him, and he understands me, just as well as if he could talk."Toto, at this, got up and rubbed his head softly against Dorothy's hand, which she held out to him, and he looked up into her face as if he had understood every word she had said.
"This cat, Toto," she said to him, "is made of glass, so you mustn't bother it, or chase it, any more than you do my Pink Kitten.It's prob'ly brittle and might break if it bumped against anything.""Woof!" said Toto, and that meant he understood.
The Glass Cat was so proud of her pink brains that she ventured to come close to Dorothy, in order that the girl might "see 'em work." This was really interesting, but when Dorothy patted the cat she found the glass cold and hard and unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle would never do for a pet.
"What do you know about the Crooked Magician who lives on the mountain?" asked Dorothy.
