In other words, I'm more of a Yookoohoo than a Witch, and of course you know that the Yookoohoos are the cleverest magic-workers in the world." The travelers were silent for a time, uneasily considering this statement and the effect it might have on their future.

No doubt the Giantess had wilfully made them her prisoners; yet she spoke so cheerfully, in her big voice, that until now they had not been alarmed in the least.
By and by the Scarecrow, whose mixed brains had been working steadily, asked the woman: "Are we to consider you our friend, Mrs.Yoop, or do you intend to be our enemy ?" "I never have friends," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, "because friends get too familiar and always forget to mind their own business.
But I am not your enemy; not yet, anyhow.

Indeed, I'm glad you've come, for my life here is rather lonely.

I've had no one to talk to since I transformed Polychrome, the Daughter of the Rainbow, into a canary-bird." "How did you manage to do that ?" asked the Tin Woodman, in amazement.
"Polychrome is a powerful fairy!" "She was," said the Giantess; "but now she's a canary-bird.

One day after a rain, Polychrome danced off the Rainbow and fell asleep on a little mound in this valley, not far from my castle.