Dear Headless Man,
We dident mean to teese you but
you looked so funny without eny
head. We thot you new how to
play. This is sposed to
be an apology
Yours respecktfully
The Magic Makers
“This is quite a document,” he said when he had finished reading it. “Magic Makers, are you? Hmmm! What do you know about magic?”
“We know a whole lot,” Muffs answered quickly. “Tommy made up a secret charm and whatever we play comes true.”
“Well, now that is a lot. His father was telling me....” Then a mysterious look passed between them that left the children wondering just what Mr. Tyler was telling. Whatever it was, the headless man seemed pleased. He tucked the apology in his vest pocket as though it were a treasure and then put some sugar in his tea and passed the cakes around to the children.
“This is a new rôle for me,” he said.
“This is cakes,” said Tommy between mouthfuls.
The headless man laughed. “Oh, I see. This is cakes, not rolls at all. ’Twould take a magician to turn cakes into rolls, wouldn’t it?”
“I can turn ’em into sponges,” Tommy announced. He reached in his pocket for the Bramble Bush Man’s glasses while the headless man and Mr. Tyler both looked on in amazement. Muffs and Mary looked too and saw the tiny cakes turn into sponges with holes large enough to put a finger in.
“Wonderful glasses!” exclaimed Mr. Tyler.
“They ought to be when they belong to such a wonderful man,” Muffs said as she handed them back to Tommy. “He even made his house disappear.”