That's what they say, anyhow.

Some call it a crazy-quilt and some a patchwork quilt.

But my name is Scraps--and now you know all about me." "Not quite all," returned Dorothy with a smile.

"I wish you'd tell me how you came to be alive." "That's an easy job," said Scraps, sitting upon a big upholstered chair and making the springs bounce her up and down.

"Margolotte wanted a slave, so she made me out of an old bed-quilt she didn't use.