vant requires," she answered. "I do not
wish her to feel above her station, as the Glass Cat does. That would
make her discontented and unhappy, for of course she must always be a
servant."

Ojo was somewhat disturbed as he listened to this, and the boy began to
fear he had done wrong in adding all those different qualities of brains
to the lot Margolotte had prepared for the servant. But it was too late
now for regret, since all the brains were securely sewn up inside the
Patchwork Girl's head. He might have confessed what he had done and thus
allowed Margolotte and her husband to change the brains; but he was
afraid of incurring their anger. He believed that Unc had seen him add
to the brains, and Unc had not said a word against it; but then, Unc
never did say anything unless it was absolutely necessary.

As soon as breakfast was over they all went into the Magician's big
workshop, where the Glass Cat was lying before the mirror and the
Patchwork Girl lay limp and lifeless upon the bench.

"Now, then," said Dr. Pipt, in a brisk tone, "we shall perform one of
the greatest feats of magic possible to man, even in this marvelous Land
of Oz. In no other country could it be done at all. I think we ought to
have a little music while the Patchwork Girl comes to life. It is
pleasant to reflect that the first sounds her golden ears will hear will
be delicious music."

As he spoke he went to a phonograph, which was screwed fast to a small
table, and wound up the spring of the instrument and adjusted the big
gold horn.

"The music my servant will usually hear," remarked Margolotte, "will be
my orders to do her work. But I see no harm in allowing her to listen to
this unseen band while she wakens to her first realization of life. My
orders will beat the band, afterward."

The phonograph was now playing a stirring march tune and the Magician
unlocked his cabinet and took out the gold bottle containing the Powder
of Life.

They all bent over the bench on which the Patchwork Girl reclined. Unc
Nunkie and Margolotte stood behind, near the windows, Ojo at one side
and the Magician in front, where he would have freedom to sprinkle the
powder. The Glass Cat came near, too, curious to watch the important
scene.

"All ready?" asked Dr. Pipt.

"All is ready," answered his wife.

So the Magician leaned over and shook from the bottle some grains of the
wonderful Powder, and they fell directly on the Patchwork Girl's head
and arm