"No; I've forgotten."
"Who ARE you?" asked Dorothy.
He tried to think. "I—I'm sure I don't know," he stammered.
"Don't you know who WE are, either?" questioned the girl.
"I haven't the slightest idea," said the Nome.
"Tell us who this Munchkin boy is," suggested Ozma.
Ruggedo looked at the boy and shook his head.
"He's a stranger to me. You are all strangers. I—I'm a stranger to myself," he said.
Then he patted the Lion's head and murmured, "Good doggie!" and the Lion growled indignantly.
"What shall we do with him?" asked the Wizard, perplexed.