“I thought we might have tea together again,” he said. “I wanted to hear how you liked the show.”
The children were all silent for a moment. There weren’t any words big enough for them to tell him how well they liked it. Finally, when Muffs was seated and he had passed the cakes, she asked a question.
“My mother said you gave the show for us. Did you?”
“For you, angel girl, and your delightful friends. I did not flatter myself to think that your mother would want to watch it.”
“She did!” Muffs told him, “and she kissed the rose you threw down to her and put it in her pocketbook.”
At first Muffs thought maybe she had said the wrong thing because the magician looked at her so strangely. It was hard to talk with him. There had been so many things she wanted to ask—where the ends of the earth were, how to make her mother happy and what had happened to his house when it disappeared.
Mary and Tommy were asking things. Tommy was even forgetting to eat his ice cream he was so interested in the wondrous wise man’s replies. At last he asked about the house but, instead of answering him, the magician began to draw pictures on a little note book that he took from his pocket.
First he drew a large house. The children knew it at once. It was the Millionaire’s House where the headless man lived and, since the headless man was the Bramble Bush Man, it must be the house where he lived also.
Next he drew a tiny house with only one window.