We may be sure that at this moment our friends were all
anxious to see the end of the adventure that had caused
them so many trials and troubles. Perhaps the Tin
Woodman’s heart did not beat any faster, because it was
made of red velvet and stuffed with sawdust, and the
Tin Soldier’s heart was made of tin and reposed in his
tin bosom without a hint of emotion. However, there is
little doubt that they both knew that a critical moment
in their lives had arrived, and that Nimmie Amee’s
decision was destined to influence the future of one or
As they assumed their natural sizes and the rhubarb
leaves that had before towered above their heads now
barely covered their feet, they looked around the
garden and found that no person was visible save
themselves. No sound of activity came from the house,
either, but they walked to the front door, which had a
little porch built before it, and there the two tinmen
stood side by side while both knocked upon the door
with their tin knuckles.
As no one seemed eager to answer the summons they
knocked again; and then again. Finally they heard a
stir from within and someone coughed.
“Who’s there?” called a girl’s voice.
“It’s I!” cried the tin twins, together.
“How did you get there?” asked the voice.
They hesitated how to reply, so Woot answered for
“By means of magic.”
“Oh,” said the unseen girl. “Are you friends, or
“Friends!” they all exclaimed.
Then they heard footsteps approach the door, which
slowly opened and revealed a very pretty Munchkin girl
standing in the doorway.
“Nimmie Amee!” cried the tin twins.
“That’s my name,” replied the girl, looking at them
in cold surprise. “But who can you be?”
“Don’t you know me, Nimmie?” said the Tin Woodman.
“I’m your old sweetheart, Nick Chopper!”
“Don’t you know me, my dear?” said the Tin Soldier.
“I’m your old sweetheart, Captain Fyter!”
Nimmie Amee smiled at them both. Then she looked
beyond them at the rest of the party and smiled again.
However, she seemed more amused than pleased.
“Come in,” she said, leading the way inside. “Even
sweethearts are forgotten after a time, but you and
your friends are welcome.”
The room they now entered was cosy and comfortable,
being neatly furnished and well swept and dusted. But
they found someone there besides Nimmie Amee. A man
dressed in the attractive Munchkin costume was lazily
reclining in an easy chair, and he sat up and turned
his eves on the visitors with a cold and indifferent
stare that was almost insolent. He did not even rise
from his seat to greet the strangers, but after glaring
at them he looked away with a scowl, as if they were of
too little importance to interest him.
The tin men returned this man’s stare with interest,
but they did not look away from him because neither of
them seemed able to take his eyes off this Munchkin,
who was remarkable in having one tin arm quite like
their own tin arms.
“Seems to me,” said Captain Fyter, in a voice that
sounded harsh and indignant, “that you, sir, are a vile
“Gently — gently!” cautioned the Scarecrow; “don’t
be rude to strangers, Captain.”
“Rude?” shouted the Tin Soldier, now very much
provoked; “why, he’s a scoundrel — a thief! The
villain is wearing my own head!”
“Yes,” added the Tin Woodman, “and he’s wearing my
right arm! I can recognize it by the two warts on the
“Good gracious!” exclaimed Woot. “Then this must be
the man whom old Ku-Klip patched together and named
The man now turned toward them, still scowling.
“Yes, that is my name,” he said in a voice like a
growl, “and it is absurd for you tin creatures, or for
anyone else, to claim my head, or arm, or any part of
me, for they are my personal property.”
“You? You’re a Nobody!” shouted Captain Fyter.
“You’re just a mix-up,” declared the Emperor.
“Now, now, gentlemen,” interrupted Nimmie Amee, “I
must ask you to be more respectful to poor Chopfyt.
For, being my guests, it is not polite for you to
insult my husband.”
“Your husband!” the tin twins exclaimed in dismay.
“Yes,” said she. “I married Chopfyt a long time ago,
because my other two sweethearts had deserted me.”
This reproof embarrassed both Nick Chopper and
Captain Fyter. They looked down, shamefaced, for a
moment, and then the Tin Woodman explained in an
“So did I,” said the Tin Soldier.
“I could not know that, of course,” asserted Nimmie
Amee. “All I knew was that neither of you came to marry
me, as you had promised to do. But men are not scarce
in the Land of Oz. After I came here to live, I met Mr.
Chopfyt, and he was the more interesting because he
reminded me strongly of both of you, as you were before
you became tin. He even had a tin arm, and that
reminded me of you the more.
“No wonder!” remarked the Scarecrow.
“But, listen, Nimmie Amee!” said the astonished Woot;
“he really is both of them, for he is made of their
“Oh, you’re quite wrong,” declared Polychrome,
laughing, for she was greatly enjoying the confusion of
the others. “The tin men are still themselves, as they
will tell you, and so Chopfyt must be someone else.”
They looked at her bewildered, for the facts in the
case were too puzzling to be grasped at once.
“It is all the fault of old Ku-Klip,” muttered the
Tin Woodman. “He had no right to use our castoff parts
to make another man with.”
“It seems he did it, however,” said Nimmie Amee
calmly, “and I married him because he resembled you
both. I won’t say he is a husband to be proud of,
because he has a mixed nature and isn’t always an
agreeable companion. There are times when I have to
chide him gently, both with my tongue and with my
broomstick. But he is my husband, and I must make the
best of him.”
“If you don’t like him,” suggested the Tin Woodman,
“Captain Fyter and I can chop him up with our axe and
sword, and each take such parts of the fellow as belong
to him. Then we are willing for you to select one of
us as your husband.”
“That is a good idea,” approved Captain Fyter,
drawing his sword.
“No,” said Nimmie Amee; “I think I’ll keep the
husband I now have. He is now trained to draw the water
and carry in the wood and hoe the cabbages and weed the
flower-beds and dust the furniture and perform many
tasks of a like character. A new husband would have to
be scolded — and gently chided — until he learns my
ways. So I think it will be better to keep my Chopfyt,
and I see no reason why you should object to him. You
two gentlemen threw him away when you became tin,
because you had no further use for him, so you cannot
justly claim him now. I advise you to go back to your
own homes and forget me, as I have forgotten you.”
“Good advice!” laughed Polychrome, dancing.
“Are you happy?” asked the Tin Soldier.
“Of course I am,” said Nimmie Amee; “I’m the mistress
of all I survey — the queen of my little domain.”
“Wouldn’t you like to be the Empress of the Winkies?”
asked the Tin Woodman.
“Mercy, no,” she answered. “That would be a lot of
bother. I don’t care for society, or pomp, or posing.
All I ask is to be left alone and not to be annoyed by
The Scarecrow nudged Woot the Wanderer.
“That sounds to me like a hint,” he said.
“Looks as if we’d had our journey for nothing,”
remarked Woot, who was a little ashamed and
disappointed because he had proposed the journey.
“I am glad, however,” said the Tin Woodman, “that I
have found Nimmie Amee, and discovered that she is
already married and happy. It will relieve me of any
further anxiety concerning her.”
“For my part,” said the Tin Soldier, “I am not sorry
to be free. The only thing that really annoys me is
finding my head upon Chopfyt’s body.”
“As for that, I’m pretty sure it is my body, or a
part of it, anyway,” remarked the Emperor of the
Winkies. “But never mind, friend Soldier; let us be
willing to donate our cast-off members to insure the
happiness of Nimmie Amee, and be thankful it is not our
fate to hoe cabbages and draw water –and be chided —
in the place of this creature Chopfyt.”
“Yes,” agreed the Soldier, “we have much to be
Polychrome, who had wandered outside, now poked her
pretty head through an open window and exclaimed in a
“It’s getting cloudy. Perhaps it is going to rain!”