his body so that he could use them
nearly as well as if they had been common flesh. Once, he told the
shaggy man, he had been made all of flesh and bones, as others people
are, and then he chopped wood in the forests to earn his living. But the
axe slipped so often and cut off parts of him--which he had replaced
with tin--that finally there was no flesh left, nothing but tin; so he
became a real tin woodman. The wonderful Wizard of Oz had given him an
excellent heart to replace his old one, and he didn't at all mind being
tin. Every one loved him, he loved every one; and he was therefore as
happy as the day was long.

The Emperor was proud of his new tin castle, and showed his visitors
through all the rooms. Every bit of the furniture was made of brightly
polished tin--the tables, chairs, beds, and all--even the floors and
walls were of tin.

"I suppose," said he, "that there are no cleverer tinsmiths in all the
world than the Winkies. It would be hard to match this castle in Kansas;
wouldn't it, little Dorothy?"

"Very hard," replied the child, gravely.

"It must have cost a lot of money," remarked the shaggy man.

"Money! Money in Oz!" cried the Tin Woodman. "What a queer idea! Did you
suppose we are so vulgar as to use money here?"

"Why not?" asked the shaggy man.

"If we used money to buy things with, instead of love and kindness and
the desire to please one another, then we should be no better than the
rest of the world," declared the Tin Woodman. "Fortunately money is not
known in the Land of Oz at all. We have no rich, and no poor; for what
one wishes the others all try to give him, in order to make him happy,
and no one in all Oz cares to have more than he can use."

"Good!" cried the shaggy man, greatly pleased to hear this. "I also
despise money--a man in Butterfield owes me fifteen cents, and I will
not take it from him. The Land of Oz is surely the most favored land in
all the world, and its people the happiest. I should like to live here
always."

The Tin Woodman listened with respectful attention. Already he loved the
shaggy man, although he did not yet know of the Love Magnet. So he said:

"If you can prove to the Princess Ozma that you are honest and true and
worthy of our friendship, you may indeed live here all your days, and be
as happy as we are."

"I'll try to prove that," said the shaggy man, earnestly.

"And now," continued the Emperor, "you must all go to your rooms and
prepare fo