Where's the butter, Unc Nunkie? asked Ojo. Unc looked out of the window and stroked his long beard. Then he turned To The Munchkin boy and shook his head. "Isn't," said he. "Isn't any butter? That's too bad, Unc. Where's the jam then?" inquired Ojo, standing on a stool so he could look through all the shelves of the cupboard. But Unc Nunkie shook his head again. Excerpted from The Patchwork Girl of Oz by L. Frank Baum All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.