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The Gnome King of Oz


kind interested Scraps she began to feel quite cheerful and like herself.

“You mean Queen Scraps,’ corrected the little bear, eyeing the work-basket on her head with great respect.

“Not if I can help it!” cried the Patchwork Girl, springing out of her seat and rattling the crown jewels defiantly. ‘The country is all right, but who ever heard of a Queen doing all the work? It’s ridiculous.”

“Queen Cross Patch liked to work,” muttered Grumpy. Then, sitting down thoughtlessly on a pincushion, he arose with a loud roar.

“Well, I don’t,” said Scraps, while Grumpy, growl- ing furiously, pulled two needles from his fur. ‘So I hope Ozma looks in the Magic Picture soon, but whether she does or not I shall run off first chance I get—

"Back to the city of sun and song,
Back to the city where I belong!"

“It’ll be a long time before they let you,” observed Grumpy thoughtfully, “and if you try to escape the Scissor Bird will cut off your head. What would you do then?”

“Have it sewed on again,” declared Scraps stoutly,

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