“All right,” said William, “you needn’t. I’m jolly well goin’.”
So they all went.
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It was certainly thrilling to creep through the window and stand in the terrible room with the knowledge that at any minute the Magician might return, change them into frogs and cork them up in bottles.
“Wonder if I can find the wax thing of me he was sticking pins into last night,” said Ginger looking round the bench.
“Let’s make a wax thing of him ’n stick pins into it,” suggested Henry.
“No, let’s turn him into something,” said Douglas.
Joan clapped her hands.
“Oh yes,” she said, “let’s! That would be fun! His spells and things must be all over the place.”
Ginger took up a pestle and mortar.