Thomas Kinkade Heather's Hutch

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“You haven’t, have you? And then you think you can just stroll down here and confound this girl, just like that?”
“I don’t know,” said Granny Weatherwax.
Nanny Ogg looked hard at her.
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“You don’t, do you?” she said, in a softer tone of voice. “Oh, well . . . you better sit down here, before you fall down. Suck an .”
After some eye contact. Nanny Ogg ambled across the square and met Perdita in the middle. The young would-be witch looked worried under her makeup. She held a black lace handkerchief in her hands, and was twisting it nervously.
“Morning, Mrs. Ogg,” she said.
“Afternoon, Agnes.”
“Um. What happens now?”orange. They’ll be here in a few minutes.”“No she won’t,” said Granny “She’ll be late.”“How d’you know?”“No good making an entrance if everyone isn’t there to see you, is it? That’s headology.”In fact the young coven arrived at twenty past twelve, and took up station on the steps of the market pentangle on the other side of the square.“Look at ‘em,” said Granny Weatherwax. “All in black, again.”“Well, we wear black too,” said Nanny Ogg the reasonable.“Only ‘cos it’s respectable and serviceable,” said Granny morosely. “Not because it’s romantic. Hah. The Lords and Ladies might as well be here already