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Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.

"Pardon me," returned the Scarecrow. "My brains are slightly mixed since I was last laundered. Would it be improper for me to ask, also, what the 'T.E.' at the end of your name stands for?"

"Dear me" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring somewhat intently.

"Most certainly, my dear sir" answered the stranger, briskly. "Is not my name upon the card?"

"You are, indeed," agreed his Majesty.

"'H. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly.

"The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless, for I wore no clothing, but each morning the warm rays of the sun gave me new life and restored me to activity. A horrible existence is this, but you must remember it is the regular ordained existence of Woggle-Bugs, as well as of many other tiny creatures that inhabit the earth.

Tip had not yet taken his eyes off this wonderful personage. What he saw was a great, round, buglike body supported upon two slender legs which ended in delicate feet - the toes curling upward. The body of the Woggle-Bug was rather flat, and judging from what could be seen of it was of a glistening dark brown color upon the back, while the front was striped with alternate bands of light brown and white, blending together at the edges. Its arms were fully as slender as its legs, and upon a rather long neck was perched its head - not unlike the head of a man, except that its nose ended in a curling antenna, or "feeler," and its ears from the upper points bore antennae that decorated the sides of its head like two miniature, curling pig tails. It must be admitted that the round, black eyes were rather bulging in appearance; but the expression upon the Woggle-Bug's face was by no means unpleasant.

"Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. "And are you, in truth, highly magnified?"

The stranger removed his hat with a flourish, bowed very low, and then responded: "Good morning, one and all. I hope you are, as an aggregation, enjoying excellent health. Permit me to present my card." With this courteous speech it extended a card toward the Scarecrow, who accepted it, turned it over and over, and handed it with a shake of his head to Tip.

For dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallowtail coat with a yellow silk lining and a flower in the button-hole; a vest of white duck that stretched tightly across the wide body; knickerbockers of fawn-colored plush, fastened at the knees with gilt buckles; and, perched upon its small head, was jauntily set a tall silk hat.

"If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued the stranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so that you will be better able to comprehend my unusual - may I say remarkable? -appearance."

Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.

"Pardon me," returned the Scarecrow. "My brains are slightly mixed since I was last laundered. Would it be improper for me to ask, also, what the 'T.E.' at the end of your name stands for?"

"Pardon me," returned the Scarecrow. "My brains are slightly mixed since I was last laundered. Would it be improper for me to ask, also, what the 'T.E.' at the end of your name stands for?"

"Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. "And are you, in truth, highly magnified?"

"Dear me" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring somewhat intently.

"Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. "And are you, in truth, highly magnified?"

"It is," said the Scarecrow. "But may I ask what 'H. M.' stands for?"

"Most certainly, my dear sir" answered the stranger, briskly. "Is not my name upon the card?"

Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.

For dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallowtail coat with a yellow silk lining and a flower in the button-hole; a vest of white duck that stretched tightly across the wide body; knickerbockers of fawn-colored plush, fastened at the knees with gilt buckles; and, perched upon its small head, was jauntily set a tall silk hat.

"You may say what you please," answered the Tin Woodman, briefly.

Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.

"Oh, I see." The Scarecrow viewed the stranger critically. "And are you, in truth, highly magnified?"

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