"She brought Jack Pumpkinhead to life, for one thing," was the reply."I suppose you've heard of jack Pumpkinhead.He is now living near the Emerald City and is a great favorite with the Princess Ozma, who rules all the Land of Oz.""No; I've never heard of him," remarked Ojo."I'm afraid I don't know much about the Land of Oz.You see, I've lived all my life with Unc Nunkie, the Silent One, and there was no one to tell me anything.""That is one reason you are Ojo the Unlucky,"said the woman, in a sympathetic tone."The more one knows, the luckier he is, for knowledge is the greatest gift in life.""But tell me, please, what you intend to do With this new lot of the Powder of Life, which Dr.Pipt is making.He said his wife wanted it for some especial purpose.
"So I do," she answered."I want it to bring my Patchwork Girl to life.""Oh! A Patchwork Girl? What is that?" Ojo asked, for this seemed even more strange and unusual than a Glass Cat.
"I think I must show you my Patchwork Girl," said Margolotte, laughing at the boy's astonishment, "for she is rather difficult to explain.But first I will tell you that for many years I have longed for a servant to help me with the housework and to cook the meals and wash the dishes.No servant will come here because the place is so lonely and out-of-the-way, so my clever husband, the Crooked Magician, proposed that I make a girl out of some sort of material and he would make her live by sprinkling over her the Powder of Life.This seemed an excellent suggestion and at once Dr.Pipt set to work to make a new batch of his magic powder.He has been at it a long, long while, and so I have had plenty of time to make the girl.Yet that task was not so easy as you may suppose.At first I couldn't think what to make her of, but finally in searching through a chest I came across an old patchwork quilt, which my grandmother once made when she was young.
"What is a patchwork quilt?" asked Ojo.
"A bed-quilt made of patches of different kinds and colors of cloth, all neatly sewed together.
The patches are of all shapes and sizes, so a patchwork quilt is a very pretty and gorgeous thing to look at.Sometimes it is called a 'crazyquilt,' because the patches and colors are so mixed up.We never have used my grand-mother's manycolored patchwork quilt, hand-some as it is, for we Munchkins do not care for any color other than blue, so it has been packed away in the chest for about a hundred years.When I found it, I said to myself that it would do nicely for my servant girl, for when she was brought to life she would not be proud nor haughty, as the Glass Cat is, for such a dreadful mixture of colors would discourage her from trying to, be as dignified as the blue Munchkins are.
"Is blue the only respectable color, then?"inquired Ojo.
"Yes, for a Munchkin.All our country is blue, you know.But in other parts of Oz the people favor different colors.At the Emerald City, where our Princess Ozma lives, green is the popular color.But all Munchkins prefer blue to anything else and when my housework girl is brought to life she will find herself to be of so many unpopular colors that she'll never dare be rebellious or impudent, as servants are sometimes liable to be when they are made the same way their mistresses are."Unc Nunkie nodded approval.
"Good idea," he said; and that was a long speech for Unc Nunkie because it was two words.
"So I cut up the quilt," continued Margolotte, "and made from it a very well-shaped girl, which I stuffed with cotton-wadding.I will show you what a good job I did," and she went to a tall cupboard and threw open the doors.
Then back she came, lugging in her arms the Patchwork Girl, which she set upon the bench and propped up so that the figure would not tumble over.
