only it was larger, and he soon saw it was the Head
of some person. It was facing the Tin Woodman and
as the cupboard door swung back, the eyes of the
Head slowly opened and looked at him. The Tin
Woodman was not at all surprised, for in the Land
of Oz one runs into magic at every turn.

"Dear me!" said the Tin Woodman, staring hard.
"It seems as if I had met you, somewhere, before.
Good morning, sir!"

"You have the advantage of me," replied the Head.
"I never saw you before in my life."

"Still, your face is very familiar," persisted the
Tin Woodman. "Pardon me, but may I ask if you
-- eh -- eh -- if you ever had a Body?"

"Yes, at one time," answered the Head, "but that
is so long ago I can't remember it. Did you think,"
with a pleasant smile, "that I was born just as I am?
That a Head would be created without a Body?"

"No, of course not," said the other. "But how
came you to lose your body?"

"Well, I can't recollect the details; you'll have to
ask Ku-Klip about it," returned the Head. "For,
curious as it may seem to you, my memory is not
good since my separation from the rest of me. I still
possess my brains and my intellect is as good as ever,

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