If the rest of your world is half as beautiful I shall be glad I'm alive." "I don't know what the rest of the world is like, I'm sure," said the cat; "but I mean to find out." "I have never been out of the forest," Ojo added; "but to me the trees are gloomy and sad and the wild-flowers seem lonesome.

It must be nicer where there are no trees and there is room for lots of people to live together." "I wonder if any of the people we shall meet will be as splendid as I am," said the Patchwork Girl.

"All I have seen, so far, have pale, colorless skins and clothes as blue as the country they live in, while I am of many gorgeous colors--face and body and clothes.

That is why I am bright and contented, Ojo, while you are blue and sad." "I think I made a mistake in giving you so many sorts of brains," observed the boy.

"Perhaps, as the Magician said, you have an overdose, and they may not agree with you." "What had you to do with my brains ?" asked Scraps.
"A lot," replied Ojo.