Finally the Scarecrow's painted face took on a broad smile that
stretched the cloth as far as it would go.
"How thankful I am," he said, "that I have such an excellent
assortment of brains!"
"I gave you the best brains I ever mixed," declared the Wizard,
with an air of pride.
"You did, indeed!" agreed the Scarecrow, "and they work so splendidly
that they have found a way to save Oz--to save us all!"
"I'm glad to hear that," said the Wizard. "We never needed saving
more than we do just now."
"Do you mean to say you can save us from those awful Phanfasms,
and Growleywogs and Whimsies?" asked Dorothy eagerly.
"I'm sure of it, my dear," asserted the Scarecrow, still smiling genially.
"Tell us how!" cried the Tin Woodman.
"Not now," said the Scarecrow. "You may all go to bed, and I advise
you to forget your worries just as completely as if you had drunk of
the Water of Oblivion in the Forbidden Fountain. I'm going to stay
here and tell my plan to Ozma alone, but if you will all be at the
Forbidden Fountain at daybreak, you'll see how easily we will save the
kingdom when our enemies break through the crust of earth and come
from the tunnel.
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