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 "Well, don't do it out loud," snapped the farmer. Then, catching a better view of the Scarecrow, he cried in surprise: "Why it's you!—Come right in, my dear fellow, and give us the latest news from the Emerald City. I'll fetch a candle!"



The farmer was very proud of the Scarecrow. He had made him long ago, by stuffing one of his old suits with straw, painting a jolly face on a sack, stuffing that and fastening the two together. Red boots, a hat and yellow gloves had finished his man