The Scarecrow watched her thoughtfully.

"There are no fields of grain in your Valley," said
he; "where, then. did you get the flour to make your
biscuits?"

"Mercy me! do you think I'd bother to make bis-
cuits out of flour?" she replied. "That is altogether
too tedious a process for a Yookoohoo. I set some
traps this afternoon and caught a lot of field-mice,
but as I do not like to eat mice, I transformed them
into hot biscuits for my supper. The honey in this
pot was once a wasp's nest, but since being trans-
formed it has become sweet and delicious. All I need
do, when I wish to eat, is to take something I don't
care to keep, and transform it into any sort of food
I like, and eat it. Are you hungry?"

"I don't eat, thank you," said the Scarecrow.

"Nor do I," said the Tin Woodman.

"I have still a little natural food in my knapsack," said Woot the Wanderer, "and I'd rather eat that
than any wasp's nest."

"Every one to his taste," said the Giantess care-
lessly, and having now finished her supper she rose
to her feet, clapped her hands together, and the supper
table at once disappeared.

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