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that　contained　the　precious　powder　had　dropped



upon　the　stand　and　scattered　its　life…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　was　attached；　and　this



dance　so　annoyed　Dr。　Pipt　that　he　kicked　the　thing



into　a　corner　and　pushed　a　bench　against　it；　to



hold　it　quiet。







〃You　were　bad　enough　before；〃　said　the　Magician；



resentfully；　〃but　a　live　phonograph　is　enough　to



drive　every　sane　person　in　the　Land　of　Oz　stark



crazy。〃







〃No　insults；　please；〃　answered　the　phonograph　in



a　surly；　tone。　〃You　did　it；　my　boy；　don't　blame



me。　〃







〃You've　bungled　everything；　Dr。　Pipt；〃　added



the　Glass　Cat；　contemptuously。







〃Except　me；〃　said　the　Patchwork　Girl；　jumping　up



to　whirl　merrily　around　the　room。







〃I　think；〃　said　Ojo；　almost　ready　to　cry



through　grief　over　Unc　Nunkie's　sad　fate；　〃it



must　all　be　my　fault；　in　some　way。　I'm　called



Ojo　the　Unlucky；　you　know。〃







〃That's　nonsense；　kiddie；〃　retorted　the



Patchwork　Girl　cheerfully。　〃No　one　can　be　unlucky



who　has　the　intelligence　to　direct　his　own



actions。　The　unlucky　ones　are　those　who　beg　for　a



chance　to　think；　like　poor　Dr。　Pipt　here。　What's



the　row　about；　anyway；　Mr。　Magic…maker？〃







〃The　Liquid　of　Petrifaction　has　accidentally



fallen　upon　my　dear　wife　and　Unc　Nunkie　and



turned　them　into　marble；〃　he　sadly　replied。







〃Well；　why　don't　you　sprinkle　some　of　that



powder　on　them　and　bring　them　to　life　again？〃



asked　the　Patchwork　Girl。







The　Magician　gave　a　jump。







〃Why；　I　hadn't　thought　of　that！〃　he　joyfully



cried；　and　grabbed　up　the　golden　bottle；　with



which　he　ran　to　Margolotte。







Said　the　Patchwork　Girl：











〃Higgledy；　piggledy；　dee…



What　fools　magicians　be！



His　head's　so　thick



He　can't　think　quick；



So　he　takes　advice　from　me。〃















Standing　upon　the　bench；　for　he　was　so



crooked　he　could　not　reach　the　top　of　his　wife's



head　in　any　other　way；　Dr。　Pipt　began　shaking



the　bottle。　But　not　a　grain　of　powder　came　out。



He　pulled　off　the　cover；　glanced　within；　and



then　threw　the　bottle　from　him　with　a　wail　of



despair。







〃Gone…gone！　Every　bit　gone；〃　he　cried。



〃Wasted　on　that　miserable　phonograph　when



it　might　have　saved　my　dear　wife！〃







Then　the　Magician　bowed　his　head　on　his



crooked　arms　and　began　to　cry。







Ojo　was　sorry　for　him。　He　went　up　to　the



sorrowful　man　and　said　softly：







〃You　can　make　more　Powder　of　Life；　Dr。　Pipt。〃







〃Yes；　but　it　will　take　me　six　yearssix　long；



weary　years　of　stirring　four　kettles　with　both



feet　and　both　hands；〃　was　the　agonized　reply。　〃Six



years！　while　poor　Margolotte　stands　watching　me　as



a　marble　image。　〃







〃Can't　anything　else　be　done？〃　asked　the



Patchwork　Girl。







The　Magician　shook　his　head。　Then　he　seemed　to



remember　something　and　looked　up。







〃There　is　one　other　compound　that　would　destroy



the　magic　spell　of　the　Liquid　of　Petrifaction　and



restore　my　wife　and　Unc　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　I



could　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？〃







〃II　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：　〃I



must　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：







〃All　this　will　mean　a　long　journey　for　you；



perhaps　several　long　journeys；　for　you　must　search



through　several　of　the　different　countries　of　Oz



in　order　to　get　the　things　I　need。〃







〃I　know　it；　sir；　but　I　must　do　my　best　to　save



Unc　Nunkie。〃







〃And　also　my　poor　wife　Margolotte。　If　you　save



one　you　will　save　the　other；　for　both　stand　there



together　and　the　same　compound　will　restore　them



both　to　life。　Do　the　best　you　can；　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；　I　will　have　lost　no　time。　But　if



you　succeed　you　must　return　here　as　quickly　as　you



can；　and　that　will　save　me　much　tiresome　stirring



of　four　kettles　with　both　feet　and　both　hands。〃







〃I　will　start　on　my　journey　at　once；　sir；〃　said



the　boy。







〃And　I　will　go　with　you；〃　declared　the　Patchwork



Girl。







〃No；　no！〃　exclaimed　the　Magician。　〃You　have　no



right　to　leave　this　house。　You　are　only　a　servant



and　have　not　been　discharged。〃







Scraps；　who　had　been　dancing　up　and　down



the　room；　stopped　and　looked　at　him。







〃What　is　a　servant？〃　she　asked。







〃One　who　serves。　Aa　Sort　of　slave；〃　he



explained。







〃Very　well；〃　said　the　Patchwork　Girl；　〃I'm　going



to　serve　you　and　your　wife　by　helping　Ojo　find　the



things　you　need。　You　need　a　lot；　you　know；　such　as



are　not　easily　found。〃







〃It　is　true；〃　sighed　Dr。　Pipt。　〃I　am　well　aware



that　Ojo　has　undertaken　a　serious　task。〃







Scraps　laughed；　and　resuming　her　dance　she　said：











〃Here's　a　job　for　a　boy　of　brains：



A　drop　of　oil　from　a　live　man's　veins；



A　six…leaved　clover；　three　nice　hairs



From　a　Woozy's　tail；　the　book　declares



Are　needed　for　the　magic　spell；



And　water　from　a　pitch…dark　well。



The　yellow　wing　of　a　butterfly



To　find　must　Ojo　also　try；



And　if　he　gets　them　without　harm；



Doc　Pipt　will　make　the　magic　charm；



But　if　he　doesn't　get　'em；　Unc



Will　always　stand　a　marble　chunk。〃











The　Magician　looked　at　her　thoughtfully。







〃Poor　Margolotte　must　have　given　yo