The Patchwork Girl of Oz

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ked his long beard. Then he turned to

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inquired Ojo, standing on a stool so he could look through all

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stroking his beard as h

t beside his uncle, munching the dry br

, "and there are only two more loaves on that tree; and

boy had forgotten that Unc Nunkie could look any other way than solemn. And Unc never spoke any more words than he

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declared Ojo. "W

said Un

the Land of Oz has a plac

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your share, Unc. It's on the table, so you can eat it when yo

in his chair but m

no one starves in the Land of Oz, either. There is plenty for everyone, you k

and stared at his small nephew

ust go where there is something to eat, or we

?" ask

could remember anything we've lived right here in this lonesome, round house, with a little garden back of it and the thick woods all around. All I've ever seen of the great Land of Oz,

red Unc, cor

ink it took you a whole year, Unc, to say as much as I've just said about the Crooked Magician and his wife. They live high up on the mountain, and the good Mun

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and its jolly, good-natured people. I'd love to g

ttle,"

can walk as far and as fast through the woods as you can, Unc. And now that not

window and turned his chair to face the room, for the sun

e. The two sat in the firelight a long time-the old, white-bearded Munchkin and

Unc, and then w

tly to bed. Long after his little nephew was sound asleep in