the patchwork girl was a sorry sight. the high-grade cotton in her patchwork or "crazy quilt" body was bunched together in all the wrong places. after running and dancing a great deal that morning as she always did the patchwork girl's body had sagged and she had grown dumpy in appearance. when this happened she always lay down and rolled about until she had resumed her original plump shape. now after her abrupt meeting with the scarecrow her figure was in bad need of attention. the pointed toes of the red leather shoes sewn on her feet stood straight up. her fingers, carefully formed and fitted with gold plates for finger nails, dug into the path on which she sat. her shock of brown yarn hair hung down over her suspender button eyes and over her ears, which were made of thin plates of gold. between the two rows of pearls sewn in her mouth for teeth, her scarlet plush tongue stuck out impudently at the scarecrow.