the Scarecrow.

    quot;And I t Oz errible Beast,quot; said tin oodman.

    quot;And I t Oz ; exclaimed the Lion.

    quot;No, you are all ; said ttle man meekly. quot;I have been making believe.”

    quot;Making believe!quot; cried Dorot;Are you not a Great izard?”

    quot;; ;Dont speak so loud, or you  izard.”

    quot;And arent you?quot; she asked.

    quot;Not a bit of it, my dear; Im just a common man.”

    quot;Youre more t,quot; said tone; quot;youre a humbug.”

    quot;Exactly so!quot; declared ttle man, rubbing o- get pleased ;I am a humbug.”

    quot;But terrible,quot; said tin oodman. quot; my ?”

    quot;Or I my courage?quot; asked the Lion.

    quot;Or I my brains?quot; ears from  sleeve.

    quot;My dear friends,quot; said Oz, quot;I pray you not to speak  of ttle terrible trouble Im in at being found out.”

    quot;Doesnt anyone else knohy.

    quot;No one kno but you four?aand myself,quot; replied Oz. quot;I  I t I s. It  mistake my ever letting you into t see even my subjects, and so terrible.”

    quot;But, I dont understand,quot; said Dorot.

    quot; t you appeared to me as a great head?”

    quot;t ricks,quot; ans;Step tell you all about it.”

    o a small ced to one corner, in ed face.

    quot;t; said Oz. quot;I stood beo make th open.”

    quot;But  t; she inquired.

    quot;Oriloquist,quot; said ttle man. quot;I can t you t it  of to deceive you.quot; o be the lovely Lady.

    And t