Tommy was ready to go too but first he must return the magician’s glasses. He reached in his pocket and held them out. “Here,” he said. “I almost forgot these. I guess they’re yours.”
“They were once,” replied the Bramble Bush Man. “But I have a new pair now and your Guide will want his eyes.”
“Why didn’t you tell us before?” asked Muffs. “You knew Tommy had them and all you needed to do was to tell him they were yours.”
“You’re wrong, my dear,” he said. “I had to do a great deal more than that. You were so sure the glasses belonged to a wondrous wise man that I had to do something, well, rather wonderful.”
“You did!” cried Miss Muffet. “It was wonderfuller than wonderful. It was the most wonderfullest show in the world!”
“My! What big words,” laughed her mother, “but I agree with all of them.”
“You think I’m wondrous wise too?” he asked softly.
“Oh, yes you are. You’re changed!”
“It was the children’s magic and something else too—the words of that song Muffs sang.”
“I know. I’ll sing it again,” she said happily and when she came to the part that went: