“They are eyes,” said Tommy solemnly as he unhooked the bow. “Great Aunt Charlotte calls her glasses eyes and maybe the Bramble Bush Man does too.”
“Then whoever puts them on will be wondrous wise,” Muffs said.
“Let’s put them on the Guide then,” Mary suggested. “If he’s wondrous wise he can surely show us the way to the Bramble Bush Man’s house.”
“If he’s wondrous wise,” said Tommy, “then he is the Bramble Bush Man and it’s his house we’re looking for.”
THE MAGIC WAND
There were so many things to be discovered along the trail they were following that the children thought they would be wondrous wise themselves before they reached the end of it.
The greatest discoverer of all was the Guide. He wore the Bramble Bush Man’s glasses on his twig nose and peered out of the thick lenses for all the world like a college professor studying maps of strange, undiscovered places. He pointed ahead with his leafy arms and Muffs followed eagerly after him. Tommy still insisted that the Guide was the Bramble Bush Man but Muffs and Mary had set their hearts on finding the real owner of the glasses.
“You know yourself,” Mary said practically, “that the Guide didn’t lose the glasses and so they couldn’t be his.”
“Maybe he did. Maybe he lost them when he was still a tree.”