For Love has made me wondrous wise.
Your eyes have told me so,
her father sang with her and looked into her mother’s lovely brown eyes.
Right then Muffs knew that they wouldn’t be taking the train back to New York and the crowded little studio and the landlady who didn’t like children. They would be moving into the Bramble Bush Man’s big, beautiful house and all the bare places would be filled with her mother’s dainty things. She could have the fairyland where she had slept for her very own and perhaps her mother could have the glass topped palace for a studio.
“It’s going to be so wonderful,” she said. “Mary and Tommy can play with me all the time and so can Bunny Bright Eyes. We can help you with your tricks too, can’t we Daddy Brambles?”
“I like that name,” he said.
“But can’t we help you?” she insisted.
He looked at her with the old scowl that the headless man used to wear. “Magic Makers like you help me with my poor tricks?”
“You might even teach them a few,” her mother suggested.
“Nonsense! They’ll be too busy teaching me.”