Kansas and were created a Princess of Oz by our
gracious Ruler, but can you tell me anything of your ancestors in
America?" demanded the Professor, staring over the top of his thick
glasses.

"You'll have to ask Uncle Henry and Aunt Em," said Dorothy rather
sulkily. The Professor had hurt the feelings of her best friend, the
Scarecrow, and ancestors did not interest her one little bit.

"Very well," said the Professor, writing industriously in his book.
"I'll just enter you as 'Dorothy, Princess of Oz and sixth cousin to
a President!'"

"I'm not!" Dorothy shook her head positively.

"Oh, everyone in America can claim that!" said the Professor easily.

"Nick Chopper!"

Now up rose our old friend the Tin Woodman, who had also been
discovered by Dorothy on her first trip to the Fairyland of Oz.

"You were a man of meat at one time and a woodman by trade?" queried
Professor Wogglebug, poising his pen in the air.

"I am a Tin Woodman, and you may enter me in your book under the name
of Smith, for a tin Smith made me, and as Royal Emperor of the
Winkies, I do not care to go back to my meat connections," said the
Tin Woodman in a dignified voice.

The company applauded, and the Cowardly Lion thumped the floor with
his tail.

"Smith is a very good name. I can work up a whole chapter on that,"
smiled the Professor. The Tin Woodman _had_ once been a regular person,
but a wicked witch enchanted his ax, and first it chopped off one
leg, then the other, and next both arms and his head. After each
accident, Nick went to a tinsmith for repairs, and finally was
entirely made of tin. Nowhere but in Oz could such a thing happen.
But no one can be killed in this marvelous country, and Nick, with
his tin body, went gaily on living and was considered so
distinguished that the Winkies had begged him to be their Emperor.

"Scraps!" called the Professor as Nick sat stiffly down beside
Dorothy.

The Patchwork Girl pirouetted madly to the front. Putting one finger
in her mouth, she sang:

"I'm made of patches, as you see.
A clothes tree is my family tree
But, pshaw! It's all the same to me!"

A clothes tree? Even Professor Wogglebug grinned. Who could help
laughing at Scraps? Made of odd pieces of goods and brought to life
by the powder of life, the comical girl was the jolliest person
imaginable.

"Put me down as a man of me-tal!" drawled Tik-Tok the copper man as
the laugh following Scraps' rhyme had sub