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whistled in protest.
"This is better," he said, as he reached the top
and looked down into the living flower garden.
Here the dew-berries kept the other plants moist,
and the umbrella plants kept them shaded. Toad
stools offered rest to drooping violets. Maiden fern
smiled and chatted with her friends, the daisies, the
roses, and the lilac. The spy-rea peeped through the
sham-rocks and reported everything it saw. The blue
bells made a soft music that kept the gardeners
dozing.
This garden was peaceful and enchanted compared
with the noisy plot where the animal-plants were
kept. Number Nine got more fun out of watching the
animal-plants. He walked along the wall until he
could see these strange creatures.
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He could see the tiger-lilies pulling at their flower
chains, and he heard the snap-dragons snapping at
the cow-slips, who paid no attention, but went on
grazing. The goose-berries were honking and hissing.
The bull-rushes were charging at the horse-radishes,
and the dandy-lions, having beautified themselves
with cocks-combs, were strutting before the pussy-
willows. Dogtooth violets and larkspur were fighting
a bloody battle.
When the animal-plants heard the whistlebreeches
they roared, shrieked, and spat in anger. Number
Nine, fearing that they would snap their chains
and come at him, began to run.
"Whistlebreeches, Whistlebreeches,
Runs as though he had the itches!"
Number Nine stopped and looked around. "who
said that?" he demanded.
"I was the one to shout it,
What'll you do about it?"
The boy looked up. A tree grew beside the wall,
and out of the branches peeped Scraps, the Patch-
work Girl. Her shoebutton eyes were gleaming
merrily, and her red velvet tongue stuck out at
the boy.
"Want to fight?
I say, all right!"
she taunted.
Number Nine did not feel like fighting Scraps. He
knew what a good boxer she was. He drew himself
up with dignity and said, "I'm a business man. I
must get back to work."
The breeches gave a loud blast. Number Nine
slid down the vine. He watched Scraps to see what
she would do. Scraps dropped from the tree to the
wall. She found a shadow and began boxing with it.
"Oh, oh," said Number Nine, "she'll come after
me next."
He turned and began running.
"What makes him run away from me?
Perhaps he doubts my sanity!"
chanted Scraps from above. Turning a few cart-
wheels on the high wall, she leaped lightly to the
ground and was after the boy, shouting gayly at him,
"He flies like a thistle,
Hey, gimme a whistle!"
Number Nine could see her somersaulting after
him. Jenny's Style Shop now seemed the safest place
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in Oz. He ran harder, dodging the crowd, bumping
into baby carriages, and starting the dogs chasing
after him. But Scraps kept tumbling close behind
him. Her many-colored patches of silk, velvet, ging-
ham, and calico flashed like a pinwheel.
"Whistlebreeches, stay and play,
You can work another day!"
she called after him.
Whistlebreeches came running around the corner
of Strawberry Street and dashed into the shelter of
Jenny's Style Shop.
"Whew!" he exclaimed, wiping his face with his
sleeve. "I finally got away from that patchwork
tomboy!"
"Look out! Here she comes!" called Jenny.
Number Nine jumped just in time. Scraps came
tumbling into the shop, and somersaulted right
through the turn-style!
When the Patchwork Girl arose, she looked at her-
self in surprise. The turn-style had dressed her in
an eight-year-old boy's bathing suit! Scaps threw
out her arms to Jenny and wailed,
"Please take this horrid suit away,
And hang it on a rack;
Your office boy I'll not delay,
If you'll give my patches back."
Number Nine felt sorry for the Patchwork Girl.
"Scraps can't go out in this bathing suit," he said
to Jenny. "Everyone will laugh at her. Please give
her back her patches."
But Jenny said in a peppery tone, "This wouldn't
have happened, Whistlebreeches, if you had been
minding my business!"
Poor Scraps clutched the door with her cotton
fingers and closed her button eyes and moaned. Her
costume was too much even for her own sense of
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