"That is my last memento of royalty" said he; "and I'm glad to get rid of
it. The former King of this City,
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who was named Pastoria, lost the crown to the Wonderful Wizard, who passed
it on to me. Now the girl Jinjur claims it, and I sincerely hope it will not
give her a headache."
"A kindly thought, which I greatly admire," said the Tin Woodman, nodding
approvingly.
"And now I will indulge in a quiet think," continued the Scarecrow, lying
back in the throne.
The others remained as silent and still as possible, so as not to disturb
him; for all had great confidence in the extraordinary brains of the
Scarecrow.
And, after what seemed a very long time indeed to the anxious watchers, the
thinker sat up, looked upon his friends with his most whimsical expression,
and said:
"My brains work beautifully today. I'm quite proud of them. Now, listen! If
we attempt to escape through the doors of the palace we shall surely be
captured. And, as we can't escape through the ground, there is only one
other thing to be done. We must escape through the air!"
He paused to note the effect of these words; but all his hearers seemed
puzzled and unconvinced.
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