puzzled

Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a stuffed man speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.

The Lion was also puzzled to know what was wrong.

“We’d best put it back on the rug where we found it,” said the sergeant, scratching his puzzled head in his perplexity.

Dorothy did not say anything, for she was puzzled to know which of her two friends was right, and she decided if she could only get back to Kansas and Aunt Em, it did not matter so much whether the Woodman had no brains and the Scarecrow no heart, or each got what he wanted.