"But, tell me, good sir, are you not a trifle lumpy ?" "Yes, of course; that's my straw, you know.

It bunches up, sometimes, in spite of all my efforts to keep it even.

Doesn't your straw ever bunch ?" "Oh, I'm stuffed with cotton," said Scraps.

"It never bunches, but it's inclined to pack down and make me sag." "But cotton is a high-grade stuffing.

I may say it is even more stylish, not to say aristocratic, than straw," said the Scarecrow politely.