"It's hard for a stone man to look alive but I'll do the best I can," sighed the Public Benefactor in a resigned voice. "How do you happen to be alive yourself?" he inquired heavily.
"That!" said the Scarecrow airily, "that is a long story, you see—"
"I see a great ugly bird," interrupted the Public Benefactor, waving his umbrella wildly. "Let's run; I never did like birds. They perch on my head."
"Pray do not concern yourself," begged his companion earnestly, "and try to act like a real person, can't you?" Withdrawing his arm from Benny's the Scarecrow took off his hat and blinked upward.
"Well," queried Benny nervously, "what would a real person do now?"
"He would run," choked the Scarecrow in a hoarse whisper. "Run you son of a boulder, run!"
