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In The Land Of Ingary Where Such Things As Seven-league Boots And Cloaks Of Invisibility Really Exist, It Is Quite A Misfortune To Be Born The Eldest Of The Three. Everyone Knows You Are The One Who Will Fail First, And Worst, If The Three Of You Set Out To Seek Your Fortunes.

She Was Remorseless, But She Lacked Method.

Mr. Crossley Suddenly Wondered Why He Was Why He Was Worrying About The Note. It Was Only A Joke, After All. He Cleared His Throat. Everyone Looked Up Hopefully. 'somebody,' Said Mr. Crossley, 'seems To Have Sent Me A Halloween Message.' And He Read Out The Note: 'someone In This Class Is A Witch.' 6b Thought This Was Splendid News. Hands Shot Up All Over The Room Like A Bed Of Beansprouts. 'it's Me, Mr. Crossley!' 'mr. Crossley, I'm The Witch!' 'can I Be The Witch, Mr. Crossley?' 'me, Mr. Crossley, Me, Me, Me!

Sophie Did Not Care To Think How Howl Might React If Fanny Woke Him By Stabbing Him With Her Parasol.

I Think We Ought To Live Happily Ever After," And She Thought He Meant It. Sophie Knew That Living Happily Ever After With Howl Would Be A Good Deal More Hair-raising Than Any Storybook Made It Sound, Though She Was Determined To Try. "it Should Be Hair-raising," Added Howl. "and You'll Exploit Me," Sophie Said. "and Then You'll Cut Up All My Suits To Teach Me.