"My dear child--what are you, a rummage sale or a guess-me-quick ?--in me you behold the Body-Guard of our gracious Ruler, Princess Ozma, as well as the Royal Army of Oz and the Police Force of the Emerald City." "And only one man!" exclaimed the Patchwork Girl.
"Only one, and plenty enough.

In my official positions I've had nothing to do for a good many years--so long that I began to fear I was absolutely useless--until to-day.

An hour ago I was called to the presence of her Highness, Ozma of Oz, and told to arrest a boy named Ojo the Unlucky, who was journeying from the Munchkin Country to the Emerald City and would arrive in a short time.

This command so astonished me that I nearly fainted, for it is the first time anyone has merited arrest since I can remember.

You are rightly named Ojo the Unlucky, my poor boy, since you have broken a Law of Oz.
"But you are wrong," said Scraps.