"Oh! I beg your pardon, ma'am," said Billy, "I saw that you were riding a broom."
"Well what of it—the broom's willing."
"I didn't mean it that way," began Billy.
"Oh! you mean you meant it any way. But this is not having your fortune told," interrupted the old woman. "Come right into the house."
And sure enough Billy discovered that he was standing in front of a little old house, as wrinkled and ugly and out of repair as the old woman.
"What town is this?" he asked.
"Superstitionburg—don't bump into the ladder."
"What is that for?"
"Oh! we all have ladders over our doors here for bad luck. Sit down and I'll get the cards and tell your fortune."