Chapter 29 No.29

Into the street the Piper stepped,

Smiling first a little smile,

As if he knew what magic slept100

In his quiet pipe the while;

Then, like a musical adept,

To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,

And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,

Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled;105

And ere three shrill notes the pipe utt