“Really? O, do; anyhow—I don’t care—so that it is done! How could I do it, Mrs. Endorfield?”
“Nothing so mighty wonderful in it.”
“Well, but how?”
“By witchery, of course!” said Elizabeth.
“No!” said Fancy.
“’Tis, I assure ye. Didn’t you ever hear I was a witch?”
“Well,” hesitated Fancy, “I have heard you called so.”
“And you believed it?”
“I can’t say that I did exactly believe it, for ’tis very horrible and wicked; but, O, how I do wish it was possible for you to be one!”
“So I am. And I’ll tell you how to bewitch your father to let you marry Dick Dewy.”