“Look!” cried Muffs, holding up the picture she had drawn. “This is the house and if you know the trick you can make Bunny Bright Eyes hop right into it.”
“Who drew that picture?” demanded the headless man.
“I did. I did it so I wouldn’t miss him so—I mean the rabbit.”
“Who taught you how to draw like that?”
“My mother. She’s an artist,” Muffs added proudly. “She sent me here while she goes to school.”
“Your mother goes to school?”
“Yes. Art school so she can sell her pictures and we can move some place else ’cause it’s such a little place and the landlady doesn’t like children.”
“I see. I see. And so you were making the rabbit a house——”
“Donald, that’s my big brother, made it,” Mary spoke up. “He made it out in the workshop. We call it the Land of Balo. The paint pails came to life and gave us their blood to paint it with. We made a stick come to life too and went on an expedition. Then we found the glasses——”
“Oh,” said the man, “so you are the children who put up that sign?”