![]() Oh! I know I saw her! I know I did! she said aloud to the empty room. Then suddenly she gave a little jump and gasp, turning around swiftly. Rummaging through a drawer of the bureau, she found a somewhat toothless comb and ran it through her black hair, smoothing it around her shoulders. But even magic could not change that now. She had a dimple stuck in her chin, which she did not like, wishing it had been placed in her cheek, instead. She saw a thin, delicate face, a wide, soft mouth, and big eyes as dark as ripe blueberries. Minx watched with relief as the witch sailed out the open door, up into the dark sky.Īfter a while, the girl went over to a cracked mirror, and leaning her arms on the ancient bureau beneath it, gazed at her reflection intently. ![]() Well, as long as you’re feeling so high-and-mighty, she went on, you can just get to work and cook up a pot of Black Spell Brew, and if you don’t do it, you won’t get anything to eat tomorrow! You’re no child of mine! You’ll have to start changing your ways pretty soon or you won’t grow up into a decent witch! She glared at Minx with her little red eyes, clapping her tall, pointed hat on her scraggly hair. ![]() You disobedient girl! shrieked the old witch. I don’t like riding around in the dark and cold. This evening Madam Snickasnee was preparing as usual for her nightly jaunt on her broomstick to see what trouble she could stir up.ĭon’t you want to come along with me, tonight? she asked, in her harsh crow-voice. Her name was Minikin-Minx for short she was nine years old, and she wished with all her heart that she were not a witch’s child. She had a daughter, however, who hated the house, and looked with longing at the gay, neat houses of the town. It stood on the very edge of the town, a small, melancholy house with steps so old that one was in danger of falling through them but Madam Snickasnee was too busy working her black magic and riding around on her broomstick to do anything about it-even if she had wanted to. The ugliest, most rickety house in town belonged to the old witch, Madam Snickasnee.
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