I naturally just disappear,
Your eyes as big as saucers, I see,
They are light enough for you and me.”
Without another word the Little Old Man of the Fire disappeared.
Dot and Tot began to cry softly into their little pocket handkerchiefs and even Trot got his little pocket handkerchief out, but Twinkle Toes waltzed round and round.
Twinkle Toes said,
“A misfortune is often what we make it,
Hark! to footsteps, I don’t mistake it.”
Then he rubbed his Magic Mittens and wished for Uncle Mouser.
They all listened.