They went in. The room was very small and dark, and the ceiling was covered with cobwebs. There was a horrible smell coming from a huge cauldron on the fire.
"Hurry up there," called out the old Witch sharply. "Put the bag down on the floor and lay the table for supper."
Jill let down the bag on to the floor with a thud that disturbed several spiders and snakes which were crawling about.
"Hurry up there!" called out the old Witch again.
Jill laid the supper. The old Witch ate hastily, clawing huge pieces of meat out of the smoking cauldron, and throwing titbits to the cat, who lay, winking and blinking as usual, in front of the fire.
After supper the old Witch called out, "Pick up the bag and follow me."
So Jill picked up the bag and followed the Witch into a corner of the kitchen.
"Lift up the floor
And open door,"
bawled out the old Witch, tapping the floor with her broomstick.
Immediately a square piece of the floor slid away, revealing a long flight of black steps.