"I'll get a chance to see the country." "You're crazy, girl.

Better crawl into a rag-bag and hide there; or give yourself to some little girl to play with.

Those who travel are likely to meet trouble; that's why I stay at home." The woodchopper then invited them all to stay the night at his little hut, but they were anxious to get on and so left him and continued along the path, which was broader, now, and more distinct.
They expected to reach some other house before it grew dark, but the twilight was brief and Ojo soon began to fear they had made a mistake in leaving the woodchopper.
"I can scarcely see the path," he said at last.

"Can you see it, Scraps ?" "No," replied the Patchwork Girl, who was holding fast to the boy's arm so he could guide her.
"I can see," declared the Glass Cat.

"My eyes are better than yours, and my pink brains--" "Never mind your pink brains, please," said Ojo hastily; "just run ahead and show us the way.