"Still, it is but proper that one so entrancingly lovely should have the best stuffing there is going.

I--er--I'm so glad I've met you, Miss Scraps! Introduce us again, Shaggy." "Once is enough," replied the Shaggy Man, laughing at his friend's enthusiasm.
"Then tell me where you found her, and--Dear me, what a queer cat! What are you made of--gelatine ?" "Pure glass," answered the cat, proud to have attracted the Scarecrow's attention.

"I am much more beautiful than the Patchwork Girl.

I'm transparent, and Scraps isn't; I've pink brains--you can see 'em work; and I've a ruby heart, finely polished, while Scraps hasn't any heart at all." "No more have I," said the Scarecrow, shaking hands with Scraps, as if to congratulate her on the fact.

"I've a friend, the Tin Woodman, who has a heart, but I find I get along pretty well without one.