Oz, The Complete Collection

by L. Frank Baum

  NIMMIE AMEE

  e may be sure that at this moment our friends were all anxious to see the end of the adventure that had caused them so many trials and troubles. Perhaps the Tin Woodman’s heart did not beat any faster, because it was made of red velvet and stuffed with sawdust, and the Tin Soldier’s heart was made of tin and reposed in his tin bosom without a hint of emotion. However, there is little doubt that they both knew that a critical moment in their lives had arrived, and that Nimmie Amee’s decision was destined to influence the future of one or the other.

  As they assumed their natural sizes and the rhubarb leaves that had before towered above their heads now barely covered their feet, they looked around the garden and found that no person was visible save themselves. No sound of activity came from the house, either, but they walked to the front door, which had a little porch built before it, and there the two tinmen stood side by side while both knocked upon the door with their tin knuckles.

  As no one seemed eager to answer the summons they knocked again; and then again. Finally they heard a stir from within and someone coughed.

  “Who’s there?” called a girl’s voice.

  “It’s I!” cried the tin twins, together.

  “How did you get there?” asked the voice.

  They hesitated how to reply, so Woot answered for them:

  “By means of magic.”

  “Oh,” said the unseen girl. “Are you friends, or foes?”

  “Friends!” they all exclaimed.

  Then they heard footsteps approach the door, which slowly opened and revealed a very pretty Munchkin girl standing in the doorway.

  “Nimmie Amee!” cried the tin twins.

  “That’s my name,” replied the girl, looking at them in cold surprise. “But who can you be?”

  “Don’t you know me, Nimmie?” said the Tin Woodman. “I’m your old sweetheart, Nick Chopper!”

  “Don’t you know me, my dear?” said the Tin Soldier. “I’m your old sweetheart, Captain Fyter!”

  Nimmie Amee smiled at them both. Then she looked beyond them at the rest of the party and smiled again. However, she seemed more amused than pleased.

  “Come in,” she said, leading the way inside. “Even sweethearts are forgotten after a time, but you and your friends are welcome.”

  The room they now entered was cosy and comfortable, being neatly furnished and well swept and dusted. But they found someone there besides Nimmie Amee. A man dressed in the attractive Munchkin costume was lazily reclining in an easy chair, and he sat up and turned his eyes on the visitors with a cold and indifferent stare that was almost insolent. He did not even rise from his seat to greet the strangers, but after glaring at them he looked away with a scowl, as if they were of too little importance to interest him.

  The tin men returned this man’s stare with interest, but they did not look away from him because neither of them seemed able to take his eyes off this Munchkin, who was remarkable in having one tin arm quite like their own tin arms.

  “Seems to me,” said Captain Fyter, in a voice that sounded harsh and indignant, “that you, sir, are a vile impostor!”

  “Gently—gently!” cautioned the Scarecrow; “don’t be rude to strangers, Captain.”

  “Rude?” shouted the Tin Soldier, now very much provoked; “why, he’s a scoundrel—a thief! The villain is wearing my own head!”

  “Yes,” added the Tin Woodman, “and he’s wearing my right arm! I can recognize it by the two warts on the little finger.”

  “Good gracious!” exclaimed Woot. “Then this must be the man whom old Ku-Klip patched together and named Chopfyt.”

  The man now turned toward them, still scowling.

  “Yes, that is my name,” he said in a voice like a growl, “and it is absurd for you tin creatures, or for anyone else, to claim my head, or arm, or any part of me, for they are my personal property.”

  “You? You’re a Nobody!” shouted Captain Fyter.

  “You’re just a mix-up,” declared the Emperor.

  “Now, now, gentlemen,” interrupted Nimmie Amee, “I must ask you to be more respectful to poor Chopfyt. For, being my guests, it is not polite for you to insult my husband.”

  “Your husband!” the tin twins exclaimed in dismay.

  “Yes,” said she. “I married Chopfyt a long time ago, because my other two sweethearts had deserted me.”

  This reproof embarrassed both Nick Chopper and Captain Fyter. They looked down, shamefaced, for a moment, and then the Tin Woodman explained in an earnest voice:

  “I rusted.”

  “So did I,” said the Tin Soldier.

  “I could not know that, of course,” asserted Nimmie Amee. “All I knew was that neither of you came to marry me, as you had promised to do. But men are not scarce in the Land of Oz. After I came here to live, I met Mr. Chopfyt, and he was the more interesting because he reminded me strongly of both of you, as you were before you became tin. He even had a tin arm, and that reminded me of you the more.

  “No wonder!” remarked the Scarecrow.

  “But, listen, Nimmie Amee!” said the astonished Woot; “he really is both of them, for he is made of their cast-off parts.”

  “Oh, you’re quite wrong,” declared Polychrome, laughing, for she was greatly enjoying the confusion of the others. “The tin men are still themselves, as they will tell you, and so Chopfyt must be someone else.”

  They looked at her bewildered, for the facts in the case were too puzzling to be grasped at once.

  “It is all the fault of old Ku-Klip,” muttered the Tin Woodman. “He had no right to use our cast-off parts to make another man with.”

  “It seems he did it, however,” said Nimmie Amee calmly, “and I married him because he resembled you both. I won’t say he is a husband to be proud of, because he has a mixed nature and isn’t always an agreeable companion. There are times when I have to chide him gently, both with my tongue and with my broomstick. But he is my husband, and I must make the best of him.”

  “If you don’t like him,” suggested the Tin Woodman, “Captain Fyter and I can chop him up with our axe and sword, and each take such parts of the fellow as belong to him. Then we are willing for you to select one of us as your husband.”

  “That is a good idea,” approved Captain Fyter, drawing his sword.

  “No,” said Nimmie Amee; “I think I’ll keep the husband I now have. He is now trained to draw the water and carry in the wood and hoe the cabbages and weed the flower-beds and dust the furniture and perform many tasks of a like character. A new husband would have to be scolded—and gently chided—until he learns my ways. So I think it will be better to keep my Chopfyt, and I see no reason why you should object to him. You two gentlemen threw him away when you became tin, because you had no further use for him, so you cannot justly claim him now. I advise you to go back to your own homes and forget me, as I have forgotten you.”

  “Good advice!” laughed Polychrome, dancing.

  “Are you happy?” asked the Tin Soldier.

  “Of course I am,” said Nimmie Amee; “I’m the mistress of all I survey—the queen of my little domain.”

  “Wouldn’t you like to be the Empress of the Winkies?” asked the Tin Woodman.

  “Mercy, no,” she answered. “That would be a lot of bother. I don’t care for society, or pomp, or posing. All I ask is to be left alone and not to be annoyed by visitors.”

  The Scarecrow nudged Woot the Wanderer.

  “That sounds to me like a hint,” he said.

  “Looks as if we’d had our journey for nothing,” remarked Woot, who was a little ashamed and disappointed because he had proposed the journey.

  “I am glad, however,” said the Tin Woodman, “that I have found Nimmie Amee, and discovered that she is already married and happy. It will relieve me of any further anxiety concerning her.”

  “For my part,” said the Tin Soldier, “I am not sorry to be free. The only thing that really annoys me is finding my head up
on Chopfyt’s body.”

  “As for that, I’m pretty sure it is my body, or a part of it, anyway,” remarked the Emperor of the Winkies. “But never mind, friend Soldier; let us be willing to donate our cast-off members to insure the happiness of Nimmie Amee, and be thankful it is not our fate to hoe cabbages and draw water—and be chided—in the place of this creature Chopfyt.”

  “Yes,” agreed the Soldier, “we have much to be thankful for.”

  Polychrome, who had wandered outside, now poked her pretty head through an open window and exclaimed in a pleased voice:

  “It’s getting cloudy. Perhaps it is going to rain!”

  Chapter 23

  THROUGH the TUNNEL

  t didn’t rain just then, although the clouds in the sky grew thicker and more threatening. Polychrome hoped for a thunderstorm, followed by her Rainbow, but the two tin men did not relish the idea of getting wet. They even preferred to remain in Nimmie Amee’s house, although they felt they were not welcome there, rather than go out and face the coming storm. But the Scarecrow, who was a very thoughtful person, said to his friends:

  “If we remain here until after the storm, and Polychrome goes away on her Rainbow, then we will be prisoners inside the Wall of Solid Air; so it seems best to start upon our return journey at once. If I get wet, my straw stuffing will be ruined, and if you two tin gentlemen get wet, you may perhaps rust again, and become useless. But even that is better than to stay here. Once we are free of the barrier, we have Woot the Wanderer to help us, and he can oil your joints and restuff my body, if it becomes necessary, for the boy is made of meat, which neither rusts nor gets soggy or moldy.”

  “Come along, then!” cried Polychrome from the window, and the others, realizing the wisdom of the Scarecrow’s speech, took leave of Nimmie Amee, who was glad to be rid of them, and said good-bye to her husband, who merely scowled and made no answer, and then they hurried from the house.

  “Your old parts are not very polite, I must say,” remarked the Scarecrow, when they were in the garden.

  “No,” said Woot, “Chopfyt is a regular grouch. He might have wished us a pleasant journey, at the very least.”

  “I beg you not to hold us responsible for that creature’s actions,” pleaded the Tin Woodman. “We are through with Chopfyt and shall have nothing further to do with him.”

  Polychrome danced ahead of the party and led them straight to the burrow of the Blue Rabbit, which they might have had some difficulty in finding without her. There she lost no time in making them all small again. The Blue Rabbit was busy nibbling cabbage leaves in Nimmie Amee’s garden, so they did not ask his permission but at once entered the burrow.

  Even now the raindrops were beginning to fall, but it was quite dry inside the tunnel and by the time they had reached the other end, outside the circular Wall of Solid Air, the storm was at its height and the rain was coming down in torrents.

  “Let us wait here,” proposed Polychrome, peering out of the hole and then quickly retreating. “The Rainbow won’t appear until after the storm and I can make you big again in a jiffy, before I join my sisters on our bow.”

  “That’s a good plan,” said the Scarecrow approvingly. “It will save me from getting soaked and soggy.”

  “It will save me from rusting,” said the Tin Soldier.

  “It will enable me to remain highly polished,” said the Tin Woodman.

  “Oh, as for that, I myself prefer not to get my pretty clothes wet,” laughed the Rainbow’s daughter. “But while we wait I will bid you all adieu. I must also thank you for saving me from that dreadful Giantess, Mrs. Yoop. You have been good and patient comrades and I have enjoyed our adventures together, but I am never so happy as when on my dear Rainbow.”

  “Will your father scold you for getting left on the earth?” asked Woot.

  “I suppose so,” said Polychrome gaily; “I’m always getting scolded for my mad pranks, as they are called. My sisters are so sweet and lovely and proper that they never dance off our Rainbow, and so they never have any adventures. Adventures to me are good fun, only I never like to stay too long on earth, because I really don’t belong here. I shall tell my Father the Rainbow that I’ll try not to be so careless again, and he will forgive me because in our sky mansions there is always joy and happiness.”

  They were indeed sorry to part with their dainty and beautiful companion and assured her of their devotion if they ever chanced to meet again. She shook hands with the Scarecrow and the Tin Men and kissed Woot the Wanderer lightly upon his forehead.

  And then the rain suddenly ceased, and as the tiny people left the burrow of the Blue Rabbit, a glorious big Rainbow appeared in the sky and the end of its arch slowly descended and touched the ground just where they stood.

  Woot was so busy watching a score of lovely maidens—sisters of Polychrome—who were leaning over the edge of the bow, and another score who danced gaily amid the radiance of the splendid hues, that he did not notice he was growing big again. But now Polychrome joined her sisters on the Rainbow and the huge arch lifted and slowly melted away as the sun burst from the clouds and sent its own white beams dancing over the meadows.

  “Why, she’s gone!” exclaimed the boy, and turned to see his companions still waving their hands in token of adieu to the vanished Polychrome.

  Chapter 24

  The CURTAIN FALLS

  ell, the rest of the story is quickly told, for the return journey of our adventurers was without any important incident. The Scarecrow was so afraid of meeting the Hip-po-gy-raf, and having his straw eaten again, that he urged his comrades to select another route to the Emerald City, and they willingly consented, so that the Invisible Country was wholly avoided.

  Of course, when they reached the Emerald City their first duty was to visit Ozma’s palace, where they were royally entertained. The Tin Soldier and Woot the Wanderer were welcomed as warmly as any strangers might be who had been the traveling companions of Ozma’s dear old friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman.

  At the banquet table that evening they related the manner in which they had discovered Nimmie Amee, and told how they had found her happily married to Chopfyt, whose relationship to Nick Chopper and Captain Fyter was so bewildering that they asked Ozma’s advice what to do about it.

  “You need not consider Chopfyt at all,” replied the beautiful girl Ruler of Oz. “If Nimmie Amee is content with that misfit man for a husband, we have not even just cause to blame Ku-Klip for gluing him together.”

  “I think it was a very good idea,” added little Dorothy, “for if Ku-Klip hadn’t used up your cast-off parts, they would have been wasted. It’s wicked to be wasteful, isn’t it?”

  “Well, anyhow,” said Woot the Wanderer, “Chopfyt, being kept a prisoner by his wife, is too far away from anyone to bother either of you tin men in any way. If you hadn’t gone where he is and discovered him, you would never have worried about him.”

  “What do you care, anyhow,” Betsy Bobbin asked the Tin Woodman, “so long as Nimmie Amee is satisfied?”

  “And just to think,” remarked Tiny Trot, “that any girl would rather live with a mixture like Chopfyt, on far-away Mount Munch, than to be the Empress of the Winkies!”

  “It is her own choice,” said the Tin Woodman contentedly; “and, after all, I’m not sure the Winkies would care to have an Empress.”

  It puzzled Ozma, for a time, to decide what to do with the Tin Soldier. If he went with the Tin Woodman to the Emperor’s castle, she felt that the two tin men might not be able to live together in harmony, and moreover the Emperor would not be so distinguished if he had a double constantly beside him. So she asked Captain Fyter if he was willing to serve her as a soldier, and he promptly declared that nothing would please him more. After he had been in her service for some time, Ozma sent him into the Gillikin Country, with instructions to keep order among the wild people who inhabit some parts of that unknown country of Oz.

  As for Woot, being a Wanderer by profe
ssion, he was allowed to wander wherever he desired, and Ozma promised to keep watch over his future journeys and to protect the boy as well as she was able, in case he ever got into more trouble.

  All this having been happily arranged, the Tin Woodman returned to his tin castle, and his chosen comrade, the Scarecrow, accompanied him on the way. The two friends were sure to pass many pleasant hours together in talking over their recent adventures, for as they neither ate nor slept they found their greatest amusement in conversation.

  Contents

  Dedication

  To My Readers

  Chapter 1: Mount Munch

  Chapter 2: The Hawk

  Chapter 3: Two Bad Ones

  Chapter 4: Conspirators

  Chapter 5: A Happy Corner of OZ

  Chapter 6: Ozma’s Birthday Presents

  Chapter 7: The Forest of Gugu

  Chapter 8: The Li-Mon-Eags Make Trouble

  Chapter 9: The Isle of the Magic Flower

  Chapter 10: Stuck Fast

  Chapter 11: The Beasts of the Forest of Gugu

  Chapter 12: Kiki Uses His Magic

  Chapter 13: The Loss of the Black Bag

  Chapter 14: The Wizard Learns the Magic Word

  Chapter 15: The Lonesome Duck

  Chapter 16: The Glass Cat Finds the Black Bag

  Chapter 17: A Remarkable Journey

  Chapter 18: The Magic of the Wizard

  Chapter 19: Dorothy and the Bumblebees

  Chapter 20: The Monkeys Have Trouble

  Chapter 21: The College of Athletic Arts

  Chapter 22: Ozma’s Birthday Party

  Chapter 23: The Fountain of Oblivion

  I dedicate this book to the children of our soldiers, the Americans and their Allies, with unmeasured pride and affection.

  To My Readers

  uriously enough, in the events which have taken place in the last few years in our “great outside world,” we may find incidents so marvelous and inspiring that I cannot hope to equal them with stories of the Land of Oz.