"It may be hard to find the things I need to make this magic compound, but if they were found Icould do in an instant what will otherwise take six long, weary years of stirring kettles with both hands and both feet.""All right; let's find the things, then,"suggested the Patchwork Girl."That seems a lot more sensible than those stirring times with the kettles.""That's the idea, Scraps," said the Glass Cat, approvingly."I'm glad to find you have decent brains.Mine are exceptionally good.You can see em work; they're pink.""Scraps?" repeated the girl."Did you call me 'Scraps'? Is that my name?""I--I believe my poor wife had intended to name you 'Angeline,'" said the Magician.
"But I like 'Scraps' best," she replied with a laugh."It fits me better, for my patchwork is all scraps, and nothing else.Thank you for naming me, Miss Cat.Have you any name of your own?""I have a foolish name that Margolotte once gave me, but which is quite undignified for one of my importance," answered the cat."She called me 'Bungle.'""Yes," sighed the Magician; "you were a sad bungle, taken all in all.I was wrong to make you as I did, for a more useless, conceited and brittle thing never before existed.""I'm not so brittle as you think," retorted the cat."I've been alive a good many years, for Dr.Pipt experimented on me with the first magic Powder of Life he ever made, and so far I've never broken or cracked or chipped any part of me.""You seem to have a chip on your shoulder,"laughed the Patchwork Girl, and the cat went to the mirror to see.
"Tell me," pleaded Ojo, speaking to the Crooked Magician, "what must we find to make the compound that will save Unc Nunkie?""First," was the reply, "I must have a six-leaved clover.That can only be found in the green country around the Emerald City, and six-leaved clovers are very scarce, even there.""I'll find it for you," promised Ojo.
"The next thing," continued the Magician, "is the left wing of a yellow butterfly.That color can only be found in the yellow country of the Winkies, West of the Emerald City.""I'll find it," declared Ojo."Is that all?""Oh, no; I'll get my Book of Recipes and see what comes next."Saying this, the Magician unlocked a drawer of his cabinet and drew out a small book covered with blue leather.Looking through the pages he found the recipe he wanted and said: "Imust have a gill of water from a dark well.""What kind of a well is that, sir?" asked the boy.
"One where the light of day never penetrates.
The water must be put in a gold bottle and brought to me without any light ever reaching it.
"I'll get the water from the dark well," said Ojo.
"Then I must have three hairs from the tip of a Woozy's tail, and a drop of oil from a live man's body."Ojo looked grave at this.
"What is a Woozy, please?" he inquired.
"Some sort of an animal.I've never seen one, so I can't describe it," replied the Magician.
"If I can find a Woozy, I'll get the hairs from its tail," said Ojo."But is there ever any oil in a man's body?"The Magician looked in the book again, to make sure.
"That's what the recipe calls for," he replied, "and of course we must get everything that is called for, or the charm won't work.The book doesn't say 'blood'; it says 'oil,' and there must be oil somewhere in a live man's body or the book wouldn't ask for it.""All right," returned Ojo, trying not to feel discouraged; "I'll try to find it."The Magician looked at the little Munchkin boy in a doubtful way and said:
