She shook her head.
"I've never heard of anyfing that sounded like those," she said; "I'm sure there isn't."
"That decides it," I said. "We'll all come. As soon as you can possibly arrange it."
She heaved a sigh of relief and ran off to tell the glad news to the butterflies and hollyhocks.
So that's settled.
I think we've made a wise decision.
After all, what's a witch or two, or even a temporary existence as a frog, compared with a coal strike?
THE WAIL OF THE WASP.
When that I was a tiny grub,