All this time Dorothy and her companions had been walking through the thick woods. The road was still paved with yellow brick, but these were much covered by dried branches and dead leaves from the tr

"I don't know, I'm sure. To think of your striking a stuffed man, like the poor Scarecrow!" "Is he stuffed?" asked the Lion in surprise, as he watched her pick up the Scarecrow and set him upon his fe

"Have you brains?" asked the Scarecrow. "I suppose so. I've never looked to see," replied the Lion. "I am going to the Great Oz to ask him to give me some," remarked the Scarecrow, "for my head is stu