Pee-wee seemed a kind of magician summoning up luscious concoctions with a magic wand.

The fifth and sixth cards were held together for a moment and lo, Licorice Stick listened to the mouth-watering announcement that peanut taffy was sweet and delicious.
No "sperrit" of Licorice Stick's acquaintance had ever cast a spell like this.

They had called in weird voices but they had never contrived a menu before his very eyes.
He went forth armed with the hammer and tacks and a pile of mysterious cards, a little proud but trembling a little, too.

There was something uncanny about this; he would see it through but it was a strange, dark business.

He shuffled along the road, peering fearfully into the woods now and again when suddenly a terrible apparition appeared before him.