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Stop a minute, Scraps!" she called, "Have you seen Ozma this morning?"

Not I!" replied the queer girl, dancing nearer. "I lost both my eyes in a tussle

with the Woozy last night, for the creature scraped 'em both off my face with

his square paws. So I put the eyes in my pocket, and this morning Button-

Bright led me to Aunt Em, who sewed 'em on again. So I've seen nothing at all

today, except during the last five minutes. So of course I haven't seen Ozma."

Very well, Scraps," said Dorothy, looking curiously at the eyes, which were

merely two round, black buttons sewed upon the girl's face.

There were other things about Scraps that would have seemed curious to one

seeing her for the first time. She was commonly called "the Patchwork Girl"

because her body and limbs were made from a gay-colored patchwork quilt

which had been cut into shape and stuffed with cotton. Her head was a round

ball stuffed in the same manner and fastened to her shoulders. For hair, she

had a mass of brown yarn, and to make a nose for her a part of the cloth had

been pulled out into the shape of a knob and tied with a string to hold it in

place. Her mouth had been carefully made by cutting a slit in the proper place

and lining it with red silk, adding two rows of pearls for teeth and a bit of red

flannel for a tongue.

In spite of this queer make-up, the Patchwork Girl was magically alive and

had proved herself not the least jolly and agreeable of the many quaint

characters who inhabit the astonishing Fairyland of Oz. Indeed, Scraps was a

general favorite, although she was rather flighty and erratic and did and said

many things that surprised her friends. She was seldom still, but loved to

dance, to turn handsprings and somersaults, to climb trees and to indulge in

many other active sports.

I'm going to search for Ozma," remarked Dorothy, "for she isn't in her rooms,

and I want to ask her a question."

I'll go with you," said Scraps, "for my eyes are brighter than yours, and they

can see farther."

I'm not sure of that," returned Dorothy. "But come along, if you like."

Together they searched all through the great palace and even to the farthest

limits of the palace grounds, which were quite extensive, but nowhere could

they find a trace of Ozma. When Dorothy returned to where Betsy and Trot

awaited her, the little girl's face was rather solemn and troubled, for never

before had Ozma gone away without telling her friends where she was going,

The Lost Princess of Oz