Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a stuffed man speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.
'Who are you?' asked the Scarecrow when he had stretched himself and yawned. 'And were are you going?'
'My name is Dorothy,' said the girl, 'and I am going to the Emerald City, to ask the Great Oz to send me back to Kansas.
'Where is the Emerald City?' he inquired. 'And who is Oz?'
'Why, don't you know?' she returned in surprise.
'No, indeed. I don't know anything.
You see, I am stuffed, so I have no brains at all,' he answered sadly.
'Oh,' said Dorothy, 'I'm awfully sorry for you.'
'Do you think,' he asked, 'If I go the Emerald Ciry with you, that Oz would gave me some brains?'
'I can not tell,' she returned, 'but you may come with me, if you like.
If Oz will not give you any brains, you will be no worse off than you are now.'
'That's true,' said the Scarecrow.
'You see,' he continued confidently, 'I don't mind my legs ahd arms and body being stuffed, because I cannot get hurt.
If anyone treads on my toes or sticks a pin into me, it doesn't matter, for I can't feel it.
But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if my head stays with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know anything?'