"Shut down the floor
And close the door,"
and the floor closed up again.
"I am going out now," said the old Witch. "I shall not be back till to-morrow at dusk. I shall lock the door so that you cannot get out. Clean the place and have supper ready for me when I come back."
She took her broomstick. Then, slinging all the empty bags across it, and balancing the cat on the other end, she mounted it astride.
"Abracadabra!" shouted she.
The broomstick rose up in the air and swirled through the window, which shut down after her with a bang.
So Jill was left alone to work as best she might. The next night when dusk approached she laid the supper and set the cauldron boiling.
"Abracadabra," and in swirled the Witch again, and the window shut after her with a bang!
The elastic bags were full and distended as the old Witch flopped them on to the floor.
"They are all full of water," said she.