You two gentlemen threw him away when you became tin, because you had no further use for him, so you cannot justly claim him now.

I advise you to go back to your own homes and forget me, as I have forgotten you." "Good advice!" laughed Polychrome, dancing.
"Are you happy ?" asked the Tin Soldier.
"Of course I am," said Nimmie Amee; "I'm the mistress of all I survey--the queen of my little domain." "Wouldn't you like to be the Empress of the Winkies ?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"Mercy, no," she answered.

"That would be a lot of bother.

I don't care for society, or pomp, or posing.

All I ask is to be left alone and not to be annoyed by visitors." The Scarecrow nudged Woot the Wanderer.
"That sounds to me like a hint," he said.
"Looks as if we'd had our journey for nothing," remarked Woot, who was a little ashamed and disappointed because he had proposed the journey.
"I am glad, however," said the Tin Woodman, "that I have found Nimmie Amee, and discovered that she is already married and happy.