THE MAGIC MAKERS
AND
THE BRAMBLE BUSH MAN
THE MAGIC MAKERS
AND
THE BRAMBLE BUSH MAN
BY
MARGARET SUTTON
With Pictures by
PELAGIE DOANE
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Copyright, 1936, by
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Inc.
All Rights Reserved
Printed in the United States of America
To Peggy-Muffins,
the little artist in
our family
THE EXPEDITION BEGINS
Madeline Moffet stood on the corner beside the big signthat said USE DRAGON MOTOR OIL. She liked to think ofthe sign as a warning, BEWARE OF DRAGONS and the dragonsas Mr. and Mrs. Lippett who lived in the farm house besidethe sign. Muffs boarded with them. She had been told to goout and play but there was no one to play with except the chickens.They made little friendly noises and tilted their heads.
“Talk! Talk!” they said and flocked after her.
Muffs wanted to talk with somebody. The dragons hadan idea that children should be seen and not heard and so shehad kept everything she wanted to say all bottled up insideherself. She thought the chickens felt differently about it untilshe tried to catch one. Its squawking frightened her and shedropped all of it but one long tail feather which came out andwas left waving in her hand.
“I’ll make b’lieve I’m an Indian,” she said to herself andstuck the feather in her yellow hair.
Indians were supposed to follow trails. Muffs looked upthe big road with its little stores and shops and farm housesscattered in between and decided at once that wouldn’t do fora trail. Then she looked down the little road that went through4the woods to the house where the Tylers lived. Overhangingtrees made it seem like a long tunnel. It reminded her of thesubway and shopping trips at home with her mother. Shewalked slowly, thinking of her mother and their little apartmentin New York. They called it “the studio” and it was a tiny placewith paintings hanging all about and Muffs’ own little bed hiddenbehind a green and gold screen. Last night her