“I don’t like these veg’table people,” said the little girl. “They’re cold and flabby, like cabbages, in spite of their prettiness.”

“I agree with you. It is because there is no warm blood in them,” remarked the Wizard.

“And they have no hearts; so they can’t love anyone⁠—not even themselves,” declared the boy.

“The Princess is lovely to look at,” continued Dorothy, thoughtfully; “but I don’t care much for her, after all. If there was any other place to go, I’d like to go there.”

“But is there any other place?” asked the Wizard.

“I don’t know,” she answered.