Then when he saw his eyes were out, with all his might and main
He jumped into another bush and scratched them in again.
“What’s beautiful about that?” asked Mary when she had finished.
“The two words ‘wondrous wise’,” she replied. “And the ugly part is where he scratched his eyes out and the funny part is where he scratched them in again.”
“Yes,” said Tommy thoughtfully. “There can be a real Miss Muffet and a real Tommy Tucker and a real Contrary Mary, but there couldn’t be a really-and-truly Bramble Bush Man.”
“I think there could,” said contrary Mary. “Let’s play he lives at the end of the trail.”
“Oh, let’s!” cried Muffs, clapping her hands. “Won’t it be the most fun? Only I can’t be the leader,” she added a minute afterwards, “’cause I don’t know the way.”
“We’ll get you a Guide then. Here’s a hat for him,” said Tommy handing her his own tall straw hat. Muffs stuck her feather in to make the Guide look more like an Indian.
“But where is the Guide?” she asked presently.
Mary pointed to a clump of bushes where Tommy was busily whittling away at something.