"A heart must be a great annoyance to one.

It makes a person feel sad or sorry or devoted or sympathetic--all of which sensations interfere with one's happiness." "I have a heart," murmured the Glass Cat.

"It's made of a ruby; but I don't imagine I shall let it bother me about helping Unc Nunkie and Margolotte." "That's a pretty hard heart of yours," said Dorothy.

"And the Woozy, of course--" "Why, as for me," observed the Woozy, who was reclining on the floor with his legs doubled under him, so that he looked much like a square box, "I have never seen those unfortunate people you are speaking of, and yet I am sorry for them, having at times been unfortunate myself.
When I was shut up in that forest I longed for some one to help me, and by and by Ojo came and did help me.

So I'm willing to help his uncle.
I'm only a stupid beast, Dorothy, but I can't help that, and if you'll tell me what to do to help Ojo and his uncle, I'll gladly do it." Dorothy walked over and patted the Woozy on his square head.
"You're not pretty," she said, "but I like you.