“Can we get away without her seeing?”
“I believe she knows we’re here now, and very likely all we have been saying.”
“Did she make that curious thunder we heard?”
“No; a witch isn’t strong enough; it wants an enchanter to do that.”
“But she knows who did it?”
“Of course she does. There, she’s moved her arm; she’s alive. Aren’t those splendid gooseberries?”
“I’ll go in,” said Bevis; “you hold the gate open, so that I can run out.”
“So I will; don’t go very near.”
Bevis fitted an arrow to the string, and went up the garden path. But as he came near, and saw how peaceful the old lady looked, he removed the arrow from the string again. She took off her spectacles as he came up; he stopped about ten yards from her.
“Mrs Old Woman, are you a witch?”