sided. Tik-Tok was still
another of Dorothy's discoveries, and this marvelous machine man,
guaranteed to last a thousand years, could think, walk, and talk when
properly wound.

The Cowardly Lion was entered as a King in his own right. One after
the other, the celebrities of Oz came forward to answer Professor
Wogglebug's questions. The Professor wrote rapidly in his little
book. Ozma listened attentively to each one, and they all seemed
interested except the Scarecrow. Slumped down beside Dorothy, he
stared morosely at the ceiling, his jolly face all wrinkled down on
one side.

"If I only knew who I were!" he muttered over and over. "I must
think!"

"Don't you mind." Dorothy patted his shoulder kindly. "Royalties are
out of date, and I'll bet the Professor's family tree was a
milkweed!"

But the Scarecrow refused to be comforted, and long after the company
had retired he sat hunched sadly in his corner.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!" he exclaimed at last, rising unsteadily to
his feet. Jellia Jamb, Ozma's little waiting maid, returning somewhat
later to fetch a handkerchief her mistress had dropped, was surprised
to see him running through the long hall.

"Why, where are you going?" asked Jellia.

"To find my family tree!" said the Scarecrow darkly, and drawing
himself up to his full height, he fell through the doorway.

CHAPTER 2

THE SCARECROW'S FAMILY TREE

The moon shone brightly, but everyone in the Emerald City was fast
asleep! Through the deserted streets hurried the Scarecrow. For the
first time since his discovery by little Dorothy, he was really
unhappy. Living as he did in a Fairyland, he had taken many things
for granted and had rather prided himself on his unusual appearance.
Indeed, not until Professor Wogglebug's rude remarks concerning his
family had he given his past a thought.

"I am the only person in Oz without a family!" he reflected
sorrowfully. "Even the Cowardly Lion has kingly parents and a palm
tree! But I must keep thinking. My brains have never failed me yet.
Who was I? Who were I? Who were I?"

Often he thought so hard that he forgot to look where he was going
and ran headlong into fences, stumbled down gutters, and over stiles.
But fortunately, the dear fellow could not hurt himself, and he would
struggle up, pat his straw into shape, and walk straightway into
something else. He made good time in between falls, however, and was
soon well on his way down the yellow brick r