"No," replied Dot, who was beginning to be puzzled at all this.
"Then," said the little man, "you cannot consider us wicked for eating each other. Of course, we never eat anyone who is not broken; but when a man breaks himself into seventeen parts, it is considered quite a compliment to him for the neighbors who feast upon his pieces."
This did not seem quite right to Dot, but she did not know how to reply; and to add to her confusion, the candy man suddenly held up his left hand, which he had placed behind him as he talked, and showed her that his thumb and two of the fingers were missing.
"Why, what can have happened to them?" she asked, in real distress.
The candy man looked at his hand carefully, and then quickly turned and looked at Tot.
"There are marks of teeth on my hand," said he, "and no one in this Valley has teeth except you two children."
"Tot!" cried Dot; "did you bite off this gentleman's fingers?"
Tot hung his head.
"Answer me!" said the girl. "Have you been eating our friend?"