Here am I, made from an old bedquilt and intended to be a slave to Margolotte, rendered free as air by an accident that none of you could foresee.

I am enjoying life and seeing the world, while the woman who made me is standing helpless as a block of wood.

If that isn't funny enough to laugh at, I don't know what is." "You're not seeing much of the world yet, my poor, innocent Scraps," remarked the Cat.

"The world doesn't consist wholly of the trees that are on all sides of us." "But they're part of it; and aren't they pretty trees ?" returned Scraps, bobbing her head until her brown yarn curls fluttered in the breeze.

"Growing between them I can see lovely ferns and wild-flowers, and soft green mosses.