Then her patchwork form disappeared from view entirely, and the amazed watchers under the tree wondered what had become of her.
"She's gone, and she can't get back," said the Woozy.
"My, how she bounded from one mountain to another!" exclaimed the Lion.
"That was because they whirl so fast," the Wizard explained.

"Scraps had nothing to hold on to, and so of course she was tossed from one hill to another.

I'm afraid we shall never see the poor Patchwork Girl again." "I shall see her," declared the Woozy.

"Scraps is an old friend of mine, and if there are really Thistle-Eaters and Giants on the other side of those tops, she will need someone to protect her.

So here I go!" He seized the dangling strap firmly in his square mouth, and in the same way that Scraps had done swung himself over the gulf.