The Marvelous Land of Oz. Baum Lyman Frank

no less wonderful was the form of the Pumpkinhead to the Scarecrow. The purple trousers and pink waistcoat and red shirt hung loosely over the wooden joints Tip had manufactured, and the carved face on the pumpkin grinned perpetually, as if its wearer considered life the jolliest thing imaginable.

      At first, indeed, His Majesty thought his queer visitor was laughing at him, and was inclined to resent such a liberty; but it was not without reason that the Scarecrow had attained the reputation of being the wisest personage in the Land of Oz. He made a more careful examination of his visitor, and soon discovered that Jack's features were carved into a smile and that he could not look grave if he wished to.

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      The King was the first to speak. After regarding Jack for some minutes he said, in a tone of wonder:

      "Where on earth did you come from, and how do you happen to be alive?"

      "I beg your Majesty's pardon," returned the Pumpkinhead; "but I do not understand you."

      "What don't you understand?" asked the Scarecrow.

      "Why, I don't understand your language. You see, I came from the Country of the Gillikins, so that I am a foreigner."

      "Ah, to be sure!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "I myself speak the language of the Munchkins, which is also the language of the Emerald City. But you, I suppose, speak the language of the Pumpkinheads?"

      "Exactly so, your Majesty" replied the other, bowing; "so it will be impossible for us to understand one another."

      "That is unfortunate, certainly," said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "We must have an interpreter."

      "What is an interpreter?" asked Jack.

      "A person who understands both my language and your own. When I say anything, the interpreter can tell you what I mean; and when you say anything the interpreter can tell me what you mean. For the interpreter can speak both languages as well as understand them."

      "That is certainly clever," said Jack, greatly pleased at finding so simple a way out of the difficulty.

      So the Scarecrow commanded the Soldier with the Green Whiskers to search among his people until he found one who understood the language of the Gillikins as well as the language of the Emerald City, and to bring that person to him at once.

      When the Soldier had departed the Scarecrow said:

      "Won't you take a chair while we are waiting?"

      "Your Majesty forgets that I cannot understand you," replied the Pumpkinhead. "If you wish me to sit down you must make a sign for me to do so." The Scarecrow came down from his throne and rolled an armchair to a position behind the Pumpkinhead. Then he gave Jack a sudden push that sent him sprawling upon the cushions in so awkward a fashion that he doubled up like a jackknife, and had hard work to untangle himself.

      "Did you understand that sign?" asked His Majesty, politely.

      "Perfectly," declared Jack, reaching up his arms to turn his head to the front, the pumpkin having twisted around upon the stick that supported it.