The cat was made of glass, so clear and transparent that you could see through it as easily as through a window.In the top of its head, however, Was a mass of delicate pink balls which looked like jewels, and it had a heart made of a blood-red ruby.The eyes were two large emeralds, but aside from these colors all the rest of the animal was clear glass, and it had a spun-glass tail that was really beautiful.
"Well, Doc Pipt, do you mean to introduce us, or not?" demanded the cat, in a tone of annoyance.
"Seems to me you are forgetting your manners.""Excuse me," returned the Magician."This is Unc Nunkie, the descendant of the former kings of the Munchkins, before this country be came a part of the Land of Oz.""He needs a haircut," observed the cat, washing its face.
"True," replied Unc, with a low chuckle of amusement.
"But he has lived alone in the heart of the forest for many years," the Magician explained;"and, although that is a barbarous country, there are no barbers there.""Who is the dwarf?" asked the cat.
"That is not a dwarf, but a boy," answered the Magician."You have never seen a boy before.
He is now small because he is young.With more years he will grow big and become as tall as Unc Nunkie.""Oh.Is that magic?" the glass animal inquired.
"Yes; but it is Nature's magic, which is more wonderful than any art known to man.For instance, my magic made you, and made you live; and it was a poor job because you are useless and a bother to me; but I can't make you grow.You will always be the same size--and the same saucy, inconsiderate Glass Cat, with pink brains and a hard ruby heart.""No one can regret more than I the fact that you made me," asserted the cat, crouching upon the floor and slowly swaying its spun-glass tail from side to side."Your world is a very uninteresting place.I've wandered through your gardens and in the forest until I'm tired of it all, and when Icome into the house the conversation of your fat wife and of yourself bores me dreadfully.""That is because I gave you different brains from those we ourselves possess--and much too good for a cat," returned Dr.Pipt.
"Can't you take 'em out, then, and replace em with pebbles, so that I won't feel above my station in life?" asked the cat, pleadingly.
"Perhaps so.I'll try it, after I've brought the Patchwork Girl to life," he said.
The cat walked up to the bench on which the Patchwork Girl reclined and looked at her attentively.
"Are you going to make that dreadful thing live?" she asked.
The Magician nodded.
"It is intended to be my wife's servant maid,"he said."When she is alive she will do all our work and mind the house.But you are not to order her around, Bungle, as you do us.You must treat the Patchwork Girl respectfully.""I won't.I couldn't respect such a bundle of scraps under any circumstances.""If you don't, there will be more scraps than you will like," cried Margolotte, angrily.
"Why didn't you make her pretty to look at?"asked the cat."You made me pretty--very pretty, indeed--and I love to watch my pink brains roll around when they're working, and to see my precious red heart beat." She went to a long mirror, as she said this, and stood before it, looking at herself with an air of much pride.
"But that poor patched thing will hate herself, when she's once alive," continued the cat."If I were you I'd use her for a mop, and make another servant that is prettier.""You have a perverted taste," snapped Margolotte, much annoyed at this frank criticism.
"I think the Patchwork Girl is beautiful, considering what she's made of.Even the rainbow hasn't as many colors, and you must admit that the rainbow is a pretty thing."The Glass Cat yawned and stretched herself upon the floor.
