I used to know her there, and she brought me to the Land of Oz.

But now Ozma has made her a Princess, and Dorothy's Aunt Em and Uncle Henry are here, too." Here the Shaggy Man uttered a long sigh, and then he continued: "It's a queer country, this Land of Oz; but I like it, nevertheless." "What is queer about it ?" asked Scraps.
"You, for instance," said he.
"Did you see no girls as beautiful as I am in your own country ?" she inquired.
"None with the same gorgeous, variegated beauty," he confessed.

"In America a girl stuffed with cotton wouldn't be alive, nor would anyone think of making a girl out of a patchwork quilt." "What a queer country America must be!" she exclaimed in great surprise.

"The Scarecrow, whom you say is wise, told me I am the most beautiful creature he has ever seen." "I know; and perhaps you are--from a scarecrow point of view," replied the Shaggy Man; but why he smiled as he said it Scraps could not imagine.
As they drew nearer to the Emerald City the travelers were filled with admiration for the splendid scenery they beheld.

Handsome houses stood on both sides of the road and each had a green lawn before it as well as a pretty flower garden.
"In another hour," said the Shaggy Man, "we shall come in sight of the walls of the Royal City." He was walking ahead, with Scraps, and behind them came the Woozy and the Glass Cat.