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Until that moment she had forgotten her father and mother! "There's that harness of his," went on the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. He thought a moment, pursing his lips and twiddling his thumbs. "We'll have to consider how we can get rid of it." She glanced up. "Where does he come?" she asked huskily; "my fath-er?" "Um! Yes, where?" He seemed uneasy; scratched his jaw; and rearranged a row of chins.
And it said 'to whip. But I couldn't see how anybody could whip anybody else with a tongue. Now, though " The Man-Who-Makes-Faces nodded. "Just wait till you see the King's English," he bragged. "The King's English? Will I see him?" "Likely to," he answered, selecting an eye. He had all his eyes about him in a circle, each looking as natural as life.
And now she walked as fast as she could; again she broke into a run; but taking no note of the ruts and rough places, continually stumbled. "She's watching what's in her hand," said the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. "Contemplation, speculation, perlustration." And he sighed. "She'll have a fine account to settle with me," this the Piper again. He whipped out his note-book.
Jane hastened back, galloping a polka. "Turn a stone! Turn a stone!" she cried, rumbling her eyes. Gwendolyn clung to the little old gentleman. "Oh, don't let her!" she plead. "What if " "We must." "Will a pebble-size do?" yelled Jane, excitedly. "Yes! Yes!" answered the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. "You've seen stones in rings, haven't you? Aren't they pebble-size?"
But this shop of the Man-Who-Makes-Faces was the most interesting of all. It occupied a square of hard-packed ground a square as broad as the nursery. And curiously enough, like the nursery, it had, marking it off all the way around its outer edge, a border of flowers! It was shaded by one huge tree. "Lime-tree," explained the little old gentleman. "And the lights " "Don't tell me!" she cried.
And whereas the Policeman had appeared when the second was dislodged, here, following the accidental stub of a toe, were these two the Piper and Thomas. The Man-Who-Makes-Faces hurried across to her, his expression dubious. "Bitter pill!" he exclaimed, with a sidewise jerk of the ragged hat. "Gall and wormwood!" "Oh, yes!"
Then turning upon the Policeman, "Off your beat, ain't you?" he inquired impudently; when, without waiting for an answer, he swung round upon the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. "Old gent," he began tauntingly, "I can't collect real money for that dozen ears." And threw out an arm toward the object on the driver's seat. Gwendolyn looked a second time. And saw a horrid and unnatural sight.
She leaned above the shallow dish. "Funny?" repeated the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. "Not when they get into the wrong mouth! a wry mouth, for instance, or an ugly mouth. A sweet tooth should go, you understand, only with a sweet face." "Is it a sweet tooth that makes a face sweet?" she inquired. "Quite so." He held up the nose to examine it critically. She watched him in silence for a while.
It was not unlike a hand-organ. Which made Gwendolyn wonder if he was not the Man-Who-Makes-Faces' brother. She glanced back inquiringly at the little old gentleman. Either the stranger was a relation and not a popular one or else the quacking expressions annoyed. For the Man-Who-Makes-Faces was scowling. And, "Cavil, criticism, correction!" he scolded, half to himself.
And the next instant, with a purr of its engine, and a whirr of its wheels, here into full sight shot forward the limousine! Gwendolyn paled. The half-devoured stick of candy slipped from her fingers. "Oh, I don't want to be shut up in the car!" she cried out. "And I won't! I won't! I WON'T!" She scurried behind the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. The automobile came on.
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