In the center of the city our friends could see the tops of many magnificent trees, some nearly as tall as the spires of the buildings, and the Shaggy Man told them that these trees were in the royal gardens of Princess Ozma.
They stood a long time on the hilltop, feasting their eyes on the splendor of the Emerald City.
"Whee!" exclaimed Scraps, clasping her padded hands in ecstacy, "that'll do for me to live in, all right.

No more of the Munchkin Country for these patches--and no more of the Crooked Magician!" "Why, you belong to Dr.Pipt," replied Ojo, looking at her in amazement.

"You were made for a servant, Scraps, so you are personal property and not your own mistress." "Bother Dr.Pipt! If he wants me, let him come here and get me.

I'll not go back to his den of my own accord; that's certain.

Only one place in the Land of Oz is fit to live in, and that's the Emerald City.