"And when I promise anything you can depend on it, 'cause I'm square." "I don't see what difference that makes," observed the Patchwork Girl, as they found the path and continued their journey.

"The shape doesn't make a thing honest, does it ?" "Of course it does," returned the Woozy, very decidedly.

"No one could trust that Crooked Magician, for instance, just because he is crooked; but a square Woozy couldn't do anything crooked if he wanted to." "I am neither square nor crooked," said Scraps, looking down at her plump body.
"No; you're round, so you're liable to do anything," asserted the Woozy.

"Do not blame me, Miss Gorgeous, if I regard you with suspicion.
Many a satin ribbon has a cotton back." Scraps didn't understand this, but she had an uneasy misgiving that she had a cotton back herself.

It would settle down, at times, and make her squat and dumpy, and then she had to roll herself in the road until her body stretched out again..