"Old Margolotte meant to give you only a few--just enough to keep you going--but when she wasn't looking I added a good many more, of the best kinds I could find in the Magician's cupboard." "Thanks," said the girl, dancing along the path ahead of Ojo and then dancing back to his side.

"If a few brains are good, many brains must be better." "But they ought to be evenly balanced," said the boy, "and I had no time to be careful.

From the way you're acting, I guess the dose was badly mixed." "Scraps hasn't enough brains to hurt her, so don't worry," remarked the cat, which was trotting along in a very dainty and graceful manner.
"The only brains worth considering are mine, which are pink.

You can see 'em work." After walking a long time they came to a little brook that trickled across the path, and here Ojo sat down to rest and eat something from his basket.

He found that the Magician had given him part of a loaf of bread and a slice of cheese.