"Then what shall we do?" enquired the boy.
"I suppose I must start my brains working," replied his Majesty the
Scarecrow; "for experience has, taught me that I can do anything if I but
take time to think it out."
"Let us all think," said Tip; "and perhaps we shall find a way to repair the
Saw-Horse."
So they sat in a row upon the grass and began to think, while the Saw-Horse
occupied itself by gazing curiously upon its broken limb.
"Does it hurt?" asked the Tin Woodman, in a soft, sympathetic voice.
"Not in the least," returned the Saw-Horse; "but my pride is injured to find
that my anatomy is so brittle."
For a time the little group remained in silent thought. Presently the Tin
Woodman raised his head and looked over the fields.
"What sort of creature is that which approaches us?" he asked, wonderingly.
The others followed his gaze, and discovered coming toward them the most
extraordinary object they had ever beheld. It advanced quickly and
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noiselessly over the soft grass and in a few minutes stood before the
adventurers and regarded them with an astonishment equal to their own.
The Scarecrow was calm under all circumstances.
"Good morning!" he said, politely.
The stranger removed his hat with a flourish, bowed very low, and then
responded:
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"Good morning, one and all. I hope you are, as an aggregation, enjoying
excellent health.
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