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to take it away to the Emerald City."

"I don't care," the beast replied in a surly tone. "We Kalidahs would be

just as contented if there wasn't a flower in our forest. What good are the

things anyhow?"

Don't you like pretty things?" asked Trot.

No."

You ought to admire my pink brains, anyhow," declared the Glass Cat.

They're beautiful and you can see 'em work."

The beast only growled in reply, and Cap'n Bill, having now cut all his

logs to a proper size, began to roll them to the water's edge and fasten

them together.