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"Tell me about Miss Level," Tiffany said quickly. The name and address were all she knew about the lady she was going to stay with, but an address like "Miss Level, Cottage in the Woods Near the Dead Oak Tree in Lost Mans Lane, High Overhang, If Out Leave Letters in Old Boot by Door" sounded promising.
"Miss Level, yes," said Miss Tick, defeated. "Er, yes. Shes not really very old, but she says shell be happy to have a third pair of hands around the place."
You couldnt slip words past Tiffany, not even if you were Miss Tick.
"So theres someone else there already?" she said.
"Er . . . no. Not exactly," said Miss Tick.
"Then shes got four arms?" said Tiffany. Miss Tick sounded like someone trying to avoid a subject.
Miss Tick sighed. It was difficult to talk to someone who paid attention all the time. It put you off.
"Its best if you wait until you meet her," she said. "Anything I tell you will only give you the wrong idea. Im sure youll get along with her. Shes very good with people, and in her spare time shes a research witch. She keeps beesand goats, the milk of which, I believe, is very good indeed, owing to homogenized fats."
"What does a research witch do?"
"Oh, its a very ancient craft. She tries to find new spells by learning how old ones were really done. You know all that stuff about ear of bat and toe of frog? They never work, but Miss Level thinks its because we dont know exactly what kind of frog, or which toe"
"Im sorry, but Im not going to help anyone chop up innocent frogs and bats," said Tiffany firmly.
"Oh, no, she never kills any!" said Miss Tick hurriedly. "She only uses creatures that have died naturally or been run over or committed suicide. Frogs can get quite depressed at times."
The cart rolled on down the white, dusty road, until it was lost from view.
Nothing happened. Skylarks sang, so high up they were invisible. Grass seeds filled the air. Sheep baad, high up on the Chalk.
And then something came along the road. It moved like a little slow whirlwind, so it could be seen only by the dust it stirred up. As it went past, it made a noise like a swarm of flies.
Then it, too, disappeared down the hill. . . .
After a while a voice, low down in the long grass, said: "Ach, crivens! And its on her trail, right enough!"
A second voice said: "Surely the old hag will spot it?"
"Whut? The teachin hag? Shes nae a proper hag!"
"Shes got the pointy hat under all them flowers, Big Yan," said the second voice a bit reproachfully. "I seen it. She presses a wee spring an the point comes up!"
"Oh, aye, Hamish, an I daresay she does the readin and the writin well enough, but she disna ken aboot stuff thats no in books. An Im no showin meself while shes aroond. Shes the kind of a body thatd write things doon about a man! Cmon, lets go and find the kelda!"
From A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett. Copyright © 2004 by Terry and Lyn Pratchett. All rights reserved. Reproduced by permission of Harper Collins Publishers.
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