The Royal Book of Oz
—and nothing could have been jollier than the result. Later on, when the Scarecrow had run off with Dorothy and got his brains from the Wizard of Oz and become ruler of the Emerald City, the little farmer had felt highly gratified.
The Scarecrow, however, was not in a humor for conversation. He wanted to think in peace. "Don't bother!" he called up. "I'm going to spend the night here. I'll see you in the morning."
"All right! Take care of yourself," yawned the farmer, and drew in his head.
For a long time the Scarecrow stood perfectly still beside the bean pole—thinking. Then he got a spade from the shed and began clearing away the corn stalks and dried leaves from around the base of the pole. It was slow work, for his fingers were very clumsy, but he persevered. Then a wonderful idea came to him.
"Perhaps if I dig down a bit I may discover—" He got no further, for at the word "discover" he pushed the spade down with all his might. There was a loud crash. The bottom dropped out of things and the Scarecrow fell through.
"Gr— reat corn stalks!" cried the Scarecrow, throwing up his arms. To his surprise they came in
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