“He says so himself,” replied Cayke, and the Frogman
nodded and strutted up and down, twirling his gold-headed
cane very gracefully.

“Does the Scarecrow admit that this overgrown frog
is the wisest creature in the world?” asked Wiljon.

“I do not know who the Scarecrow is,” answered Cayke the
Cookie Cook.

“Well, he lives at the Emerald City, and he is supposed
to have the finest brains in all Oz. The Wizard gave them
to him, you know.”

“Mine grew in my head,” said the Frogman pompously, “so
I think they must be better than any wizard brains. I
am so wise that sometimes my wisdom makes my head ache.
I know so much that often I have to forget part of it,
since no one creature, however great, is able to contain
so much knowledge.”

“It must be dreadful to be stuffed full of wisdom,” remarked
Wiljon reflectively and eyeing the Frogman with a doubtful
look. “It is my good fortune to know very little.”

“I hope, however, you know where my jeweled dishpan is,”
said the Cookie Cook anxiously.

“I do not know even that,” returned the Winkie. “We have
trouble enough in keeping track of our own dishpans without
meddling with the dishpans of strangers.”

Finding him so ignorant, the Frogman proposed that they
walk on and seek Cayke’s dishpan elsewhere. Wiljon the
Winkie did not seem greatly impressed by the great Frogman,
which seemed to that personage as strange as it was disappointing.
But others in this unknown land might prove more respectful.

“I’d like to meet that Wizard of Oz,” remarked Cayke

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