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As Gwendolyn looked at him she told herself that the Man-Who-Makes-Faces had given this customer such a nice face; the eyes, in particular, were kind. He had a large pan of bread-dough beside him. Out of it, now, he gouged a spoonful, which he began to roll between his palms. And as he rolled the dough, it became rounder and rounder, until it was ball-like.
They watched Gwendolyn boldly from the front; then rolled quickly to the rear to stare at the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. At sight of the two-faced creature, Gwendolyn shrank away, frightened. "Oh! oh, my!" she faltered. Both horrid mouths now bellowed hilariously. And the creature reached out a big hand. "Look here, Gwendolyn!" it ordered. "You ain't goin'!"
Why had Miss Royle, sly reptile that she was, scuttled away without so much as a good-by? "Oh, dear!" sighed Gwendolyn; "just as soon as one trouble's finished, another one starts!" "We must get on her track!" declared the Policeman, patroling to and fro anxiously. "And let's hurry," urged the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. "It's coming night in the City. And all these lights'll be needed soon."
Keep off The Glass. "'Keep off the glass," read Gwendolyn. "And I don't wonder. 'Cause we'd crack it." "We don't crack it, we cross it," reminded the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. And stepped boldly upon the gleaming plate. "My! My!" exclaimed the Piper. "Ain't there a fine crop this year!" A fine crop? Gwendolyn glanced down.
"You've heard of Hobson's choice?" he inquired in a low voice. "Perhaps this is Hobson, or Sam Hill, or Punch, or Great Scott." The Man-Who-Makes-Faces shook his head. "You don't know him," he answered, "because recently, when the bears were bothering him a lot in his Street, I made him a long face." The man in green was pausing where the candles clustered thickest.
The Man-Who-Makes-Faces regarded her solemnly. "Suppose we hadn't gone around," he said. "Just suppose." Before her, in a line, were They, the Doctor, the Policeman, Puffy and the Bird. He indicated them by a nod. She nodded too, comprehending. "But now," went on the little old gentleman, "we must all absquatulate." He took her hand. "Oh, must you?" she asked regretfully.
The Man-Who-Makes-Faces now began to speak in a curious, chanting fashion. "The mode of locomotion adapted by this woman," said he, "rather adds to, then detracts from, her value as a nurse. Think what facilities she has for amusing a child! on, say, an extensive slope of lawn. And her ability to, see two ways practically at once gives her further value.
So far, the Piper had seemed to be no one's friend unless, perhaps, his own. He had lagged along, surly or boisterous by turns, and careless of his manners; not even showing respect to the Man-Who-Makes-Faces and the Policeman! But now Gwendolyn remarked a change in him. "Say!" he began in a cautious undertone: "I'll give you some advice about Jane." Gwendolyn was looking about her at the Zoo.
Oh, dear!" he exclaimed as he came on hand over hand, legs held together, and swaying from side to side rhythmically, like the pendulum of the metronome. "What shall I do! What shall I do!" "Need any sharpening?" called out the Man-Who-Makes-Faces, brandishing the curved knife. "Is there something wrong?" "Wrong!" echoed the Policeman dolefully. "I should say so! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
"String won't do," said the Policeman. "We need rope." There was a high wind sweeping the roofs. And as the three began to run about, searching, it fluttered the Policeman's coat-tails, swelled out the Piper's cap, and tugged at the ragged garb of the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. "Here's a piece of clothes-line!"
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