“You're more than that,” said the Scarecrow, in a grieved tone; “you're a humbug.”

“Exactly so!” declared the little man, rubbing his hands together as if it pleased him.

“I am a humbug.”

“But this is terrible,” said the Tin Woodman. “How shall I ever get my heart?”

“Or I my courage?” asked the Lion.

“Or I my brains?” wailed the Scarecrow, wiping the tears from his eyes with his coat sleeve.

“My dear friends,” said Oz, “I pray you not to speak of these little things. Think of me, and the terrible trouble I'm in at being found out.”