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  TheshopmanshowedGipmagictrainsthatranwithoutsteamorclockwork,justasyousetthesignals,andthensomevery,veryvaluableboxesofsoldiersthatallcamealivedirectlyyoutookoffthelidandsaid。Imyselfhaven’taveryquickearanditwasatongue-

  twistingsound,butGip——hehashismother’sear——gotitinnotime。

  “Bravo!“saidtheshopman,puttingthemenbackintotheboxunceremoniouslyandhandingittoGip。“Now,“saidtheshopman,andinamomentGiphadmadethemallaliveagain。

  “You’lltakethatbox?“askedtheshopman。

  “We’lltakethatbox,“saidI,“unlessyouchargeitsfullvalue。

  InwhichcaseitwouldneedaTrustMagnate——“

  “Dearheart!NO!“andtheshopmansweptthelittlemenbackagain,shutthelid,wavedtheboxintheair,andthereitwas,inbrownpaper,tiedupand——WITHGIP’SFULLNAMEANDADDRESSONTHEPAPER!

  Theshopmanlaughedatmyamazement。

  “Thisisthegenuinemagic,“hesaid。“Therealthing。“

  “It’salittletoogenuineformytaste,“Isaidagain。

  AfterthathefelltoshowingGiptricks,oddtricks,andstillodderthewaytheyweredone。Heexplainedthem,heturnedtheminsideout,andtherewasthedearlittlechapnoddinghisbusybitofaheadinthesagestmanner。

  IdidnotattendaswellasImight。“Hey,presto!“saidtheMagicShopman,andthenwouldcometheclear,small“Hey,presto!“

  oftheboy。ButIwasdistractedbyotherthings。Itwasbeingborneinuponmejusthowtremendouslyrumthisplacewas;itwas,sotospeak,inundatedbyasenseofrumness。Therewassomethingalittlerumaboutthefixtureseven,abouttheceiling,aboutthefloor,aboutthecasuallydistributedchairs。IhadaqueerfeelingthatwheneverIwasn’tlookingatthemstraighttheywentaskew,andmovedabout,andplayedanoiselesspuss-in-the-cornerbehindmyback。

  Andthecornicehadaserpentinedesignwithmasks——masksaltogethertooexpressiveforproperplaster。

  Thenabruptlymyattentionwascaughtbyoneoftheodd-lookingassistants。Hewassomewayoffandevidentlyunawareofmypresence——

  Isawasortofthree-quarterlengthofhimoverapileoftoysandthroughanarch——and,youknow,hewasleaningagainstapillarinanidlesortofwaydoingthemosthorridthingswithhisfeatures!

  Theparticularhorridthinghedidwaswithhisnose。Hediditjustasthoughhewasidleandwantedtoamusehimself。Firstofallitwasashort,blobbynose,andthensuddenlyheshotitoutlikeatelescope,andthenoutitflewandbecamethinnerandthinneruntilitwaslikealong,red,flexiblewhip。Likeathinginanightmareitwas!Heflourisheditaboutandflungitforthasafly-fisherflingshisline。

  MyinstantthoughtwasthatGipmustn’tseehim。Iturnedabout,andtherewasGipquitepreoccupiedwiththeshopman,andthinkingnoevil。Theywerewhisperingtogetherandlookingatme。Gipwasstandingonalittlestool,andtheshopmanwasholdingasortofbigdruminhishand。

  “Hideandseek,dadda!“criedGip。“You’reHe!“

  AndbeforeIcoulddoanythingtopreventit,theshopmanhadclappedthebigdrumoverhim。Isawwhatwasupdirectly。“Takethatoff,“

  Icried,“thisinstant!You’llfrightentheboy。Takeitoff!“

  Theshopmanwiththeunequalearsdidsowithoutaword,andheldthebigcylindertowardsmetoshowitsemptiness。Andthelittlestoolwasvacant!Inthatinstantmyboyhadutterlydisappeared?……

  Youknow,perhaps,thatsinistersomethingthatcomeslikeahandoutoftheunseenandgripsyourheartabout。Youknowittakesyourcommonselfawayandleavesyoutenseanddeliberate,neitherslownorhasty,neitherangrynorafraid。Soitwaswithme。

  Icameuptothisgrinningshopmanandkickedhisstoolaside。

  “Stopthisfolly!“Isaid。“Whereismyboy?“

  “Yousee,“hesaid,stilldisplayingthedrum’sinterior,“thereisnodeception——“

  Iputoutmyhandtogriphim,andheeludedmebyadexterousmovement。Isnatchedagain,andheturnedfrommeandpushedopenadoortoescape。“Stop!“Isaid,andhelaughed,receding。Ileaptafterhim——intoutterdarkness。

  THUD!

  “Lor’blessmy’eart!Ididn’tseeyoucoming,sir!“

  IwasinRegentStreet,andIhadcollidedwithadecent-lookingworkingman;andayardaway,perhaps,andlookingalittleperplexedwithhimself,wasGip。Therewassomesortofapology,andthenGiphadturnedandcometomewithabrightlittlesmile,asthoughforamomenthehadmissedme。

  Andhewascarryingfourparcelsinhisarm!

  Hesecuredimmediatepossessionofmyfinger。

  ForthesecondIwasratherataloss。Istaredroundtoseethedoorofthemagicshop,and,behold,itwasnotthere!

  Therewasnodoor,noshop,nothing,onlythecommonpilasterbetweentheshopwheretheysellpicturesandthewindowwiththechicks!……

  Ididtheonlythingpossibleinthatmentaltumult;Iwalkedstraighttothekerbstoneandheldupmyumbrellaforacab。

  “’Ansoms,“saidGip,inanoteofculminatingexultation。

  Ihelpedhimin,recalledmyaddresswithaneffort,andgotinalso。

  Somethingunusualproclaimeditselfinmytail-coatpocket,andIfeltanddiscoveredaglassball。WithapetulantexpressionIflungitintothestreet。

  Gipsaidnothing。

  Foraspaceneitherofusspoke。

  “Dada!“saidGip,atlast,“thatWASapropershop!“

  Icameroundwiththattotheproblemofjusthowthewholethinghadseemedtohim。Helookedcompletelyundamaged——sofar,good;

  hewasneitherscarednorunhinged,hewassimplytremendouslysatisfiedwiththeafternoon’sentertainment,andthereinhisarmswerethefourparcels。

  Confoundit!whatcouldbeinthem?

  “Um!“Isaid。“Littleboyscan’tgotoshopslikethateveryday。“

  Hereceivedthiswithhisusualstoicism,andforamomentIwassorryIwashisfatherandnothismother,andsocouldn’tsuddenlythere,corampublico,inourhansom,kisshim。Afterall,Ithought,thethingwasn’tsoverybad。

  ButitwasonlywhenweopenedtheparcelsthatIreallybegantobereassured。Threeofthemcontainedboxesofsoldiers,quiteordinaryleadsoldiers,butofsogoodaqualityastomakeGipaltogetherforgetthatoriginallytheseparcelshadbeenMagicTricksoftheonlygenuinesort,andthefourthcontainedakitten,alittlelivingwhitekitten,inexcellenthealthandappetiteandtemper。

  Isawthisunpackingwithasortofprovisionalrelief。Ihungaboutinthenurseryforquiteanunconscionabletime……

  Thathappenedsixmonthsago。AndnowIambeginningtobelieveitisallright。Thekittenhadonlythemagicnaturaltoallkittens,andthesoldiersseemassteadyacompanyasanycolonelcoulddesire。AndGip——?

  TheintelligentparentwillunderstandthatIhavetogocautiouslywithGip。

  ButIwentsofarasthisoneday。Isaid,“Howwouldyoulikeyoursoldierstocomealive,Gip,andmarchaboutbythemselves?“

  “Minedo,“saidGip。“IjusthavetosayawordIknowbeforeIopenthelid。“

  “Thentheymarchaboutalone?“

  “Oh,QUITE,dadda。Ishouldn’tlikethemiftheydidn’tdothat。“

  Idisplayednounbecomingsurprise,andsincethenIhavetakenoccasiontodropinuponhimonceortwice,unannounced,whenthesoldierswereabout,butsofarIhaveneverdiscoveredthemperforminginanythinglikeamagicalmanner。

  It’ssodifficulttotell。

  There’salsoaquestionoffinance。Ihaveanincurablehabitofpayingbills。IhavebeenupanddownRegentStreetseveraltimes,lookingforthatshop。Iaminclinedtothink,indeed,thatinthatmatterhonourissatisfied,andthat,sinceGip’snameandaddressareknowntothem,Imayverywellleaveittothesepeople,whoevertheymaybe,tosendintheirbillintheirowntime。

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