"I doubt that," mumbled the Doubtful Dromedary, looking at Scraps reprovingly.
"There might be something in it," said the camel, chewing a wisp of grass in his slow precise fashion.
"My mane is a little thin," mused the Cowardly Lion, rubbing it thoughtfully with his paw.
"If I were you," said the Patchwork Girl, rising unsteadily, "I should find a very brave person and then eat him up. That ought to give you a big dose of courage."
"I doubt that," said the Doubtful Dromedary sharply.
"Think how uncomfortable it would be for the poor brave person," sighed the camel. "My dear, I am afraid you have no heart."
"Of course I have no heart," cried Scraps, starting to run down the path, "but I have a marvelous head."
The Comfortable Camel sighed and glanced uneasily at the Cowardly Lion. The Cowardly Lion had a far-away look in his eye, as if Scraps' naughty suggestion had given him an idea, and it was not long before he made some excuse to get away from the two gentle creatures. He wanted to think. After all, why should he, the most famous lion in all Oz, forever be called cowardly? He would tell no one, but he would go off on a long journey and perhaps—even to himself the Cowardly Lion did not say it, but the idea of swallowing a brave person did seem a reasonable way to acquire courage. "I need never tell little Dorothy," muttered the great beast uncomfortably, "but how proud she will be when I return full of courage!"
