Then Muffs put on the magic glasses. She was beginning to see it anyway, but now, with the glasses to help, she saw as plainly as day.
“Why, he’s my daddy!” she exclaimed. “Only he used to have a real moustache like that make-believe one he wore in the show. He’s my daddy that went away to the ends of the earth.”
The magician turned around and there was a new brightness in his eyes.
“My little girl!” he said. “Do you remember? Will you ever forgive your blundering old daddy for running away and leaving such a wonderful woman as your mother?”
“She never told me that you were a magician,” Muffs replied.
Mrs. Moffet hung her head for a moment, looking like a naughty little girl who has been punished. Then she confessed.
“I didn’t think he was much of a magician, darling.”
“And I didn’t think your mother was much of an artist. Maybe that’s why we didn’t get along.”
“Wise man,” she teased him.
Muffs and Mary and Tommy stood watching them. The party was over and Mrs. Tyler had taken baby Ellen home long before. Great Aunt Charlotte had gone too. Only Mr. Tyler and Donald were left. They strolled about on the far side of the grove blowing out Japanese lanterns and when Mary saw them she ran to keep them company.