“He’s happy over his show,” said Tommy. “He has fun fooling everybody and making them think he’s wondrous wise.”
“He is wondrous wise,” said Mary, “and he’s happy because we worked magic on him.”
But Muffs was beginning to think that her mother might have something to do with his happiness. It was hard to make her consent to seeing him but, finally, she gave in. She walked with the children across the lawn to the place where he sat waiting.
Muffs could not understand the timid way she approached him or why they looked at each other for a moment and then kissed. Strangers didn’t do things like that.
“Tommy,” she whispered. “Let me take those magic glasses for a minute. I want to see something.”
“Gee!” he exclaimed. “I forgot to give them to the Bramble Bush Man.”
“Never mind that now, Tommy. I must get a better look at him. Who is he anyway?”
“He’s the headless man. I thought you knew.”
“He is not. He’s the Bramble Bush Man. He’s the wisest magician in the whole world and I’m one of his helpers,” Mary added proudly, remembering her part in the show.