Part 22 (1/2)
”Being Thoroughly Educated, and knowing what is required of a cultured gentleman, at this juncture I stood upright and, placing my hand upon my
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”THEE STUDENTS STOOD UP ON THEIR STOOLS.”
152 bosom, made a very polite bow. My action, being unexpected, must have startled them, for one of the little girls perched upon the window-sill gave a scream and fell backward out the window, drawing her companion with her as she disappeared.
”The Professor uttered a cry of horror and rushed away through the door to see if the poor children were injured by the fall. The scholars followed after him in a wild mob, and I was left alone in the school-room, still in a Highly-Magnified state and free to do as I pleased.
”It immediately occurred to me that this was a good opportunity to escape. I was proud of my great size, and realized that now I could safely travel anywhere in the world, while my superior culture would make me a fit a.s.sociate for the most learned person I might chance to meet.
”So, while the Professor picked the little girls--who were more frightened than hurt--off the ground, and the pupils cl.u.s.tered around him closely grouped, I calmly walked out of the school-house, turned a corner, and escaped unnoticed to a grove of trees that stood near”
”Wonderful!” exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, admiringly.
”It was, indeed,” agreed the Woggle-Bug. ”I
153 have never ceased to congratulate myself for escaping while I was Highly Magnified; for even my excess-
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ive knowledge would have proved of little use to me had I remained a tiny, insignificant insect.”
”I didn't know before,” said Tip, looking at the
154 Woggle-Bug with a puzzled expression, ”that insects wore clothes.”
”Nor do they, in their natural state,” returned the stranger. ”But in the course of my wanderings I had the good fortune to save the ninth life of a tailor--tailors having, like cats, nine lives, as you probably know. The fellow was exceedingly grateful, for had he lost that ninth life it would have been the end of him; so he begged permission to furnish me with the stylish costume I now wear. It fits very nicely, does it not?” and the Woggle-Bug stood up and turned himself around slowly, that all might examine his person.
”He must have been a good tailor,” said the Scarecrow, somewhat enviously.
”He was a good-hearted tailor, at any rate,” observed Nick Chopper.
”But where were you going, when you met us?” Tip asked the Woggle-Bug.
”Nowhere in particular,” was the reply, ”although it is my intention soon to visit the Emerald City and arrange to give a course of lectures to select audiences on the 'Advantages of Magnification.'”
”We are bound for the Emerald City now,” said the Tin Woodman; ”so, if it pleases you to do so, you are welcome to travel in our company.”
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The Woggle-Bug bowed with profound grace.