I guess it will make
anything live that is sprinkled with it; but there's only about one dose
left."
"Then it is very precious," said the Tin Woodman.
"Indeed it is," agreed the Scarecrow. "It may prove our best means of escape
from our difficulties. I believe I will think for a few minutes; so I will
thank you, friend Tip, to get out your knife and rip this heavy crown from
my forehead."
Tip soon cut the stitches that had fastened the crown to the Scarecrow's
head, and the former monarch of the Emerald City removed it with a sigh of
relief and hung it on a peg beside the throne.
"That is my last memento of royalty" said he; "and I'm glad to get rid of
it. The former King of this City,
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who was named Pastoria, lost the crown to the Wonderful Wizard, who passed
it on to me. Now the girl Jinjur claims it, and I sincerely hope it will not
give her a headache."
"A kindly thought, which I greatly admire," said the Tin Woodman, nodding
approvingly.
"And now I will indulge in a quiet think," continued the Scarecrow, lying
back in the throne.
The others remained as silent and still as possible, so as not to disturb
him; for all had great confidence in the extraordinary brains of the
Scarecrow.
And, after what seemed a very long time indeed to the anxious watchers, the
thinker sat up, looked upon his friends with his most whimsical expression,
and said:
"My brains work beautifully today.
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