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. A--a 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."