"Well, I wish the goose had come with the feather," sighed Betsy Bobbin. "I'm hungry as the Hungry Tiger!"
"If you were stuffed with cotton, you'd never have to eat.
I'm glad I'm made of patch work and not of bone and meat."
sang Scraps, dancing ahead in her ridiculous fashion.
"There's a house!" called Betsy, tugging the Knight suddenly by the arm and pointing to a small red building.
"Oh!" cried Ozma, clasping her hands, "Perhaps someone lives there who can tell us about my father!"
"He may be near and he may be farther," giggled Scraps starting to run toward the little red house. "Come on everybody!"
Led by the Patch Work Girl, the little company hurried toward the little red house. No one was to be seen at the windows, and when Sir Hokus pounded on the door there was no answer.
"We are wasting time here," said the Scarecrow at last. "Let us be on our way." And so the homeward march was resumed.