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Very much surprised； yet still with no fear that
anything had happened to her friend； Dorothy returned
through the boudoir to the other rooms of the suite。
She went into the music room； the library； the
laboratory； the bath； the wardrobe and even into the
great throne room； which adjoined the royal suite； but
in none of these places could she find Ozma。
So she returned to the anteroom where she had left
the maid； Jellia Jamb； and said：
〃She isn't in her rooms now； so she must have gone
out。〃
〃I don't understand how she could do that without my
seeing her；〃 replied Jellia； 〃unless she made herself
invisible。〃
〃She isn't there； anyhow；〃 declared Dorothy。
〃Then let us go find her；〃 suggested the maid； who
appeared to be a little uneasy。
So they went into the corridors and there Dorothy
almost stumbled over a queer girl who was dancing
lightly along the passage。
〃Stop a minute； Scraps！〃 she called。 〃Have you seen
Ozma this morning？〃
〃Not I！〃 replied the queer girl； dancing nearer。 〃I
lost both my eyes in a tussle with the Woozy； last
night； for the creature scraped 'em both off my face
with his square paws。 So I put the eyes in my pocket
and this morning Button…Bright led me to Aunt Em； who
sewed 'em on again。 So I've seen nothing at all today；
except during the last five minutes。 So of course I
haven't seen Ozma。〃
〃Very well； Scraps；〃 said Dorothy； looking curiously
at the eyes； which were merely two round black buttons
sewed upon the girl's face。
There were other things about Scraps that would have
seemed curious to one seeing her for the first time。
She was commonly called 'The Patchwork Girl；〃 because
her body and limbs were made from a gaycolored
patchwork quilt which had been cut into shape and
stuffed with cotton。 Her head was a round ball stuffed
in the same manner and fastened to her shoulders。 For
hair she had a mass of brown yarn and to make a nose
for her a pan of the cloth had been pulled out into the
shape of a knob and tied with a string to hold it in
place。 Her mouth had been carefully made by cutting a
slit in the proper place and lining it with red silk；
adding two rows of pearls for teeth and a bit of red
flannel for a tongue。
In spite of this queer make…up； the Patchwork Girl
was magically alive and had proved herself not the
least jolly and agreeable of the many quaint characters
who inhabit the astonishing Fairyland of Oz。 Indeed；
Scraps was a general favorite； although she was rather
flighty and erratic and did and said many things that
surprised her friends。 She was seldom still； but loved
to dance； to turn handsprings and somersaults； to climb
trees and to indulge in many other active sports。
〃I'm going to search for Ozma；〃 remarked Dorothy；
〃for she isn't in her rooms and I want to ask her a
question。〃
〃I'll go with you；〃 said Scraps； 〃for my eyes are
brighter than yours and they can see farther。〃
〃I'm not sure of that；〃 remarked Dorothy。 〃But come
along； if you like。〃
Together they searched all through the great palace
and even to the farthest limits of the palace grounds；
which were quite extensive； but nowhere could they find
a trace of Ozma。 When Dorothy returned to where Betsy
and Trot awaited her； the little girl's face was rather
solemn and troubled； for never before had Ozma gone
away without telling her friends where she was going；
or without an escort that befitted her royal state。
She was gone； however； and none had seen her go。
Dorothy had met and questioned the Scarecrow； Tik…Tok；
the Shaggy Man； Button…Bright； Cap'n Bill； and even the
wise and powerful Wizard of Oz； but not one of them had
seen Ozma since she parted with her friends the evening
before and had gone to her own rooms。
〃She didn't say anything las' night about going
anywhere；〃 observed little Trot。
〃No； and thats the strange Part of it；〃 replied
Dorothy。 〃Usually Ozma lets us know of everything she
does。〃
〃Why not look in the Magic Picture？〃 suggested Betsy
Bobbin。 〃That will tell us where she is； in just one
second。〃
〃Of course！〃 cried Dorothy。 〃Why didn't I think of
that before？〃 and at once the three girls hurried away
to Ozma's boudoir； where the Magic Picture always hung。
This wonderful Magic Picture was one of the royal
Ozma's greatest treasures。 there was a large gold
frame； in the center of which was a bluish…gray canvas
on which various scenes constantly appeared and
disappeared。 If one who stood before it wished to see
what any person anywhere in the world was doing；
it was only necessary to make the wish and the scene in
the Magic Picture would shift to the scene where that
person was and show exactly what he or she was then
engaged in doing。 So the girls knew it would be easy
for them to wish to see Ozma； and from the picture they
could quickly learn where she was。
Dorothy advanced to the place where the picture was
usually protected by thick satin Curtains； and pulled
the draperies aside。 Then she stared in amazement；
while her two friends uttered exclamations of
disappointment。
The Magic Picture was gone。 Only a blank space on the
wall behind the curtains showed where it had formerly
hung。
Chapter Two
The Troubles of Glinda the Good
That same morning there was great excitement in the
castle of the powerful Sorceress of Oz； Glinda the
Good。 This castle； situated in the Quadling Country；
far south of the Emerald City where Ozma ruled； was a
splendid structure of exquisite marbles and silver
grilles。 Here the Sorceress lived； surrounded by a bevy
of the most beautiful maidens of Oz； gathered from all
the four countries of that fairyland as well as from
the magnificent Emerald City itself； which stood in the
place where the four countries cornered。
It was considered a great honor to be allowed to
serve the good Sorceress； whose arts of magic were used
only to benefit the Oz people。 Glinda was Ozma's most
valued servant； for her knowledge of sorcery was
wonderful and she could accomplish almost anything that
her mistress； the lovely girl Ruler of Oz； wished her
to。
Of all the magical things which surrounded Glinda in
her castle there was none more marvelous than her Great