See there! you’re getting the punchbowl all full of cotton batting.” It was quite true. Stop it at once, I say! You mustn’t tear off the patches. She burst into cotton tears-but the quick-reacting Scarecrow dropped his piece of cake and grabbed her hands. “But I always thought you were right-handed.” “I am! See there! I have shammy patches sewed on my right fingertips so they’ll wear longer-because I use them more.” But what was the consternation of the Patchwork Girl when she found that the patches were on her left hand. Are you going to dip up more punch?” “Why, sure,” affirmed the girl. And they see you picking up the ladle with your left hand. I don’t know if my eyes have been reversed-but they see well enough. “Indeed it is,” replied Scraps, pleased at having caused a small sensation. “That one’s definitely larger at this moment.” Then she picked up her ladle again. “Well, it isn’t now!” and the girl raised her cotton-gloved left hand to point a finger at the Scarecrow’s right eye. THE MAGIC MIRROR OF OZ me, wasn’t it always your left eye that was bigger than your right?” “Right! left,” admitted the straw Ambassador of the Munchkins. “No, I’m foolish!” confessed his hostess. He lifted his free hand to his face just to be sure. No, there it is! It’s just so small! And misplaced! I must say.” “Whatever are you on about, dear Scraps?” returned the Scarecrow mildly, not altogether pleased at the imputation that he was eyeless in Oza. “I know you did have two of them- But now one’s gone away. That was how Scraps came to do a double take and dropped her ladle. Now the Patchwork Girl always looked her clients straight in the eye as she prepared to ladle punch into their cup-or, as in this case, to allow them to take a piece of cake. She was too busy talking to her great chums Trot and Dorothy to be able to go herself. Oh, he wasn’t going to eat it! He was just fetching it from the refreshment table for Betsy Bobbin, who had requested that boon. “What is?” replied the genial Scarecrow of Oz, and took another piece of cake. “That’s funny!” said Scraps, the magic Patchwork Girl, one evening in September. First Provisional Edition: 1985 Second Provisional Edition: 2006 Published with the long-standing encouragement of Contemporary Books, Inc., Chicago. This Book is not intended for infants and should be kept out of their reach.įounded on and Continuing the Stories by March LaumerĬopyright © 1985 by March Laumer. THIS BOOK is dedicated to the memory of RUTH PLUMLY THOMPSON with whom an element of the plot was discussed many years ago and of SISSI a young sweetheart of mine.
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