By Mary Norton
The Magic Bed-Knob and Bonfires and Broomsticks in a single quantity. those are the exploits of the 3 Wilson kids; leave out fee, the apprentice witch; and the flying mattress. A story of a witch-in-training and bother of the main unforgettable type.
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No one has seen my workroom,” said Miss Price. ” Carey was going to say, “But we’re in the secret,” but she thought better of it and kept quite quiet. Their longing eyes spoke for all of them. ” She went out. And it seemed an eternity before she called them. Eagerly they ran out into the passage. Miss Price was putting on a white overall. In her hand was a key. They followed her down two or three steps into a short dark passage. They heard the key turn in a well-oiled lock. Miss Price went in first, then stood aside.
It was always like that,” Carey told her. ” Miss Price stood up, gingerly putting her strained foot to the floor. ” She made a move toward the door. ” Miss Price turned back slowly. The circle of eager eyes seemed to hold her. They saw her hesitate. ” urged Carey. “No one has seen my workroom,” said Miss Price. ” Carey was going to say, “But we’re in the secret,” but she thought better of it and kept quite quiet. Their longing eyes spoke for all of them. ” She went out. And it seemed an eternity before she called them.
Paul, in his pyjamas and with such untidy hair, standing on Mother’s front steps in broad daylight – a warm, rich evening light, but nonetheless broad daylight. Charles prayed for the door to open quickly. He was by nature extremely retiring. A red bus rolled by at the end of the square. For the moment, the pavement was empty. “Ring again,” he cried fervently. Paul rang again. They heard the echo of the bell in the basement, a polite, regretful, empty sound. The dark windows stared blankly. “There’s no one at home,” said Carey when they had waited a minute or two longer.
Bed-Knob and Broomstick by Mary Norton