“Gee!” exclaimed Tommy. “He’s not so good at keeping promises. I should think he’d come and see us if he’s really trying to find the Bramble Bush Man.”
“I don’t believe there is any Bramble Bush Man,” said Muffs suddenly. “We just made it up.”
Tommy whirled on her. “You’re not a Magic Maker if you quit believing. You’ll never have any fun. You’ll just grow up full of scowl wrinkles like Mr. and Mrs. Lippett and people will call you a dragon. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”
“No-oo,” Muffs agreed doubtfully. “But you can’t keep on believing forever when nothing happens.”
“We’ll make something happen then,” declared Tommy. “Pretty soon the moving van will be empty and we can climb in and hide. Then when they start to drive away we can pop up and surprise the headless man. He’ll remember his promise all right then. He may even tell the men to drive us around to the Bramble Bush Man’s house.”
This plan was a little too daring to suit Muffs. Things happened sometimes and whenever things did happen she usually got the blame.
“They might not stop,” she said. “The headless man won’t tell his name and those moving men may be kidnappers for all we know.”
“’Fraid Cat!”
“Well, I want Mother to find me when she comes.”
“Oh, shucks!” said Tommy. “You’ll be going and we can’t have just one last adventure. If you don’t see the Bramble Bush Man pretty soon you’ll never see him.”