CHAPTER II
WITCH MARTHA
NOW as Jerome quitted the hut, he saw neither man nor maid, but only two huge, black ravens, which flew to his shoulders, as to a familiar perch; whereat the one on the right, cocking his glossy wicked head, croaked out a doggerel couplet:—
“Good Christian, look out!
The Devil’s about!”
To which his mate made instant answer with still saucier quirk of head and bill:—
“Ho, he! Never fear!