Ozma'll be mad as hops when she hears he's been doing magic again.

She told him not to." "He only practices magic for the benefit of his own family," explained Bungle, who was keeping at a respectful distance from the little black dog.
"Dear me," said Dorothy; "I hadn't noticed you before.

Are you glass, or what ?" "I'm glass, and transparent, too, which is more than can be said of some folks," answered the cat.

"Also I have some lovely pink brains; you can see 'em work." "Oh; is that so?
Come over here and let me see." The Glass Cat hesitated, eyeing the dog.
"Send that beast away and I will," she said.
"Beast! Why, that's my dog Toto, an' he's the kindest dog in all the world.

Toto knows a good many things, too; 'most as much as I do, I guess." "Why doesn't he say anything ?" asked Bungle.
"He can't talk, not being a fairy dog," explained Dorothy.