"Not always, for she has many other things to do; but, as I said, she may be watching us this very minute.""I don't care," said Ojo, in an obstinate tone of voice; "Ozma's only a girl."The Shaggy Man looked at him in surprise.
"You ought to care for Ozma," said he, "if you expect to save your uncle.For, if you displease our powerful Ruler, your journey will surely prove a failure; whereas, if you make a friend of Ozma, she will gladly assist you.As for her being a girl, that is another reason why you should obey her laws, if you are courteous and polite.
Everyone in Oz loves Ozma and hates her enemies, for she is as just as she is powerful."Ojo sulked a while, but finally returned to the road and kept away from the green clover.The boy was moody and bad tempered for an hour or two afterward, because he could really see no harm in picking a six-leaved clover, if he found one, and in spite of what the Shaggy Man had said he considered Ozma's law to be unjust.
They presently came to a beautiful grove of tall and stately trees, through which the road wound in sharp curves--first one way and then another.As they were walking through this grove they heard some one in the distance singing, and the sounds grew nearer and nearer until they could distinguish the words, although the bend in the road still hid the singer.The song was something like this:
"Here's to the hale old bale of straw That's cut from the waving grain, The sweetest sight man ever saw In forest, dell or plain.
It fills me with a crunkling joy A straw-stack to behold, For then I pad this lucky boy With strands of yellow gold.""Ah!" exclaimed the Shaggy Man; "here comes my friend the Scarecrow.
"What, a live Scarecrow?" asked Ojo.
"Yes; the one I told you of.He's a splendid fellow, and very intelligent.You'll like him, I'm sure.
Just then the famous Scarecrow of Oz came around the bend in the road, riding astride a wooden Sawhorse which was so small that its rider's legs nearly touched the ground.
The Scarecrow wore the blue dress of the Munchkins, in which country he was made, and on his head was set a peaked hat with a flat brim trimmed with tinkling bells.A rope was tied around his waist to hold him in shape.for he was stuffed with straw in every part of him except the top of his head, where at one time the Wizard of Oz had placed sawdust, mixed with needles and pins, to sharpen his wits.The head itself was merely a bag of cloth, fastened to the body at the neck, and on the front of this bag was painted the face--ears, eyes, nose and mouth.
The Scarecrow's face was very interesting, for it bore a comical and yet winning expression, although one eye was a bit larger than the other and ears were not mates.The Munchkin farmer who had made the Scarecrow had neglected to sew him together with close stitches and therefore some of the straw with which he was stuffed was inclined to stick out between the seams.His hands consisted of padded white gloves, with the fingers long and rather limp, and on his feet he wore Munchkin boots of blue leather with broad turns at the tops of them.
The Sawhorse was almost as curious as its rider.
It had been rudely made, in the beginning, to saw logs upon, so that its body was a short length of a log, and its legs were stout branches fitted into four holes made in the body.The tail was formed by a small branch that had been left on the log, while the head was a gnarled bump on one end of the body.Two knots of wood formed the eyes, and the mouth was a gash chopped in the log.When the Sawhorse first came to life it had no ears at all, and so could not hear; but the boy who then owned him had whittled two ears out of bark and stuck them in the head, after which the Sawhorse heard very distinctly.
This queer wooden horse was a great favorite with Princess Ozma, who had caused the bottoms of its legs to be shod with plates of gold, so the wood would not wear away.Its saddle was made of cloth-of-gold richly encrusted with precious gems.
It had never worn a bridle.
As the Scarecrow came in sight of the party of travelers, he reined in his wooden steed and dismounted, greeting the Shaggy Man with a smiling nod.Then he turned to stare at the Patchwork Girl in wonder, while she in turn stared at him.
"Shags," he whispered, drawing the Shaggy Man aside, "pat me into shape, there's a good fellow!"While his friend punched and patted the Scarecrow's body, to smooth out the humps, Scraps turned to Ojo and whispered: "Roll me out, please;I've sagged down dreadfully from walking so much and men like to see a stately figure."She then fell upon the ground and the boy rolled her back and forth like a rolling-pin, until the cotton had filled all the spaces in her patchwork covering and the body had lengthened to its fullest extent.Scraps and the Scarecrow both finished their hasty toilets at the same time, and again they faced each other.
"Allow me, Miss Patchwork," said the Shaggy Man, "to present my friend, the Right Royal Scarecrow of Oz.Scarecrow, this is Miss Scraps Patches;Scraps, this is the Scarecrow.Scarecrow--Scraps;Scraps--Scarecrow."
They both bowed with much dignity.
"Forgive me for staring so rudely," said the Scarecrow, "but you are the most beautiful sight my eyes have ever beheld.""That is a high compliment from one who is himself so beautiful," murmured Scraps, casting down her suspender-button eyes by lowering her head."But, tell me, good sir, are you not a trifle lumpy?""Yes, of course; that's my straw, you know.
It bunches up, sometimes, in spite of all my efforts to keep it even.Doesn't your straw ever bunch?""Oh, I'm stuffed with cotton," said Scraps.
