oughtn't to be, you know. And that other dreadful
person--the girl who is all patches--seems to be
alive, too."

"Very much so," declared Scraps, making a
face at him. "But that isn't your affair, you
know."

"I've a right to be surprised, haven't I?" asked
the man meekly.

"I'm not sure; but anyhow you've no right to say
I'm dreadful. The Scarecrow, who is a gentleman of
great wisdom, thinks I'm beautiful," retorted
Scraps.

"Never mind all that," said Dorothy. "Tell us,
good Quadling, how we can get across the river."

"I don't know," replied the Quadling.

"Don't you ever cross it?" asked the girl.

"Never."

"Don't travelers cross it?"

"Not to my knowledge," said he.

They were much surprised to hear this, and