He admits, himself, that my brains are the best he ever manufactured." "I think I've heard of you," said Trot slowly, as she looked the Scarecrow over with much interest; "but you used to live in the Land of Oz." "Oh, I do now," he replied cheerfully.

"I've just come over the mountains from the Quadling Country to see if I can be of any help to you." "Who, me ?" asked Pon.
"No, the strangers from the big world.

It seems they need looking after." "I'm doing that myself," said Pon, a little ungraciously.

"If you will pardon me for saying so, I don't see how a Scarecrow with painted eyes can look after anyone." "If you don't see that, you are more blind than the Scarecrow," asserted Trot.

"He's a fairy man, Pon, and comes from the fairyland of Oz, so he can do 'most anything.