She is certainly bewildering, if not strictly beautiful." "Have you seen her, then ?" the straw man eagerly asked.
"Only in my Magic Picture, which shows me all scenes of interest in the Land of Oz." "I fear the picture didn't do her justice," said the Scarecrow.
"It seemed to me that nothing could be more gorgeous," declared Ozma.
"Whoever made that patchwork quilt, from which Scraps was formed, must have selected the gayest and brightest bits of cloth that ever were woven." "I am glad you like her," said the Scarecrow in a satisfied tone.
Although the straw man did not eat, not being made so he could, he often dined with Ozma and her companions, merely for the pleasure of talking with them.

He sat at the table and had a napkin and plate, but the servants knew better than to offer him food.

After a little while he asked: "Where is the Patchwork Girl now ?" "In my room," replied Dorothy.

"I've taken a fancy to her; she's so queer and--and--uncommon." "She's half crazy, I think," added the Shaggy Man.
"But she is so beautiful!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, as if that fact disarmed all criticism.

They all laughed at his enthusiasm, but the Scarecrow was quite serious.