“This,” said the man, taking up a box and handling it gently, “contains twelve dozen rustles⁠—enough to last any lady a year. Will you buy it, my dear?” he asked, addressing Dorothy.

“My gown isn’t silk,” she said, smiling.

“Never mind. When you open the box the rustles will escape, whether you are wearing a silk dress or not,” said the man, seriously. Then he picked up another box. “In this,” he continued, “are many assorted flutters. They are invaluable to make flags flutter on a still day, when there is no wind. You, sir,” turning to the Wizard, “ought to have this assortment. Once you have tried my goods I am sure you will never be without them.”

“I have no money with me,” said the Wizard, evasively.

“I do not want money,” returned the braided man, “for I could not spend it in this deserted place if I had it. But I would like very much a blue hair-ribbon. You will notice my braids are tied with yellow, pink, brown, red, green, white and black; but I have no blue ribbons.”