City, you'll be arrested."

"We're going there, anyhow," declared
Scraps, sitting upon the bench and swinging her
stuffed legs.


"If any of us takes a rest,
We'll be arrested sure,
And get no restitution
'Cause the rest we must endure."


"I see," said the woodchopper, nodding; "you're
as crazy as the crazy-quilt you're made of."

"She really is crazy," remarked the Glass Cat.
"But that isn't to be wondered at when you
remember how many different things she's made of.
For my part, I'm made of pure glass--except my
jewel heart and my pretty pink brains. Did you
notice my brains, stranger? You can see 'em work."

"So I can," replied the woodchopper; "but I
can't see that they accomplish much. A glass cat
is a useless sort of thing, but a Patchwork Girl
is really useful. She makes me laugh, and laughter
is the best thing in life. There was once a
woodchopper, a friend of mine, who was made all of
tin, and I used to laugh every time I saw him."