"You must first melt Princess Gloria's frozen heart." "I can't; it's an awful job to do that! I can't," asserted the witch, in an agony of fear--for still she was growing smaller.
"You must!" declared the Scarecrow, firmly.
The witch cast a shrewd look at him and saw that he meant it; so she began dancing around Gloria in a frantic manner.

The Princess looked coldly on, as if not at all interested in the proceedings, while Blinkie tore a handful of hair from her own head and ripped a strip of cloth from the bottom of her gown.

Then the witch sank upon her knees, took a purple powder from her black bag and sprinkled it over the hair and cloth.
"I hate to do it--I hate to do it!" she wailed, "for there is no more of this magic compound in all the world.

But I must sacrifice it to save my own life.

A match! Give me a match, quick!" and panting from lack of breath she gazed imploringly from one to another.
Cap'n Bill was the only one who had a match, but he lost no time in handing it to Blinkie, who quickly set fire to the hair and the cloth and the purple powder.