“I would not be seen in the street with that scarecrow,” murmured Giles.

In the strange illumination of the search beams he seemed the wraith of a scarecrow.

He once told my mother that he had more than once changed clothes with a scarecrow.

It was a miserable-looking woman in clothes that might have been stolen from a scarecrow.

Do you happen to know whatever became of the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow?

"That is what we are trying to find out," remarked the Scarecrow.

Something—like a scarecrow, but not a scarecrow—swung from a limb overhanging the drive.

Did he deserve to be set up as this scarecrow in English story?

Then they were clustering about him at Scarecrow Charlie's, asking him his name.

But what had he done that they should be flaunted on a scarecrow?