owns."

"Huh!" replied the Patchwork Girl. "You don't know ev'ry person in
the Land of Oz."

"Why don't I?"

"It's a big country," said Scraps. "There are cracks and corners in
it that even Ozma doesn't know of."

"The Patchwork Girl's just daffy," declared Betsy.

"No, she's right about that," replied Dorothy thoughtfully. "There
are lots of queer people in this fairyland who never come near Ozma or
the Em'rald City. I've seen some of 'em myself, girls. But I haven't
seen all, of course, and there MIGHT be some wicked persons left in Oz
yet, though I think the wicked witches have all been destroyed."

Just then the Wooden Sawhorse dashed into the courtyard with the
Wizard of Oz on his back. "Have you found Ozma?"cried the Wizard
when the Sawhorse stopped beside them.

"Not yet," said Dorothy. "Doesn't Glinda the Good know where she is?"

"No. Glinda's Book of Records and all her magic instruments are gone.
Someone must have stolen them."

"Goodness me!"exclaimed Dorothy in alarm. "This is the biggest steal
I ever heard of. Who do you think did it, Wizard?"