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“
Why
?
”
said
Sophie
.
The
castle
was
waiting
for
them
.
“
She
likes
to
think
of
herself
as
a
flower
,
”
Howl
said
,
opening
the
door
.
“
A
solitary
orchid
,
blooming
in
the
Waste
.
Pathetic
,
really
.
”
Sophie
took
another
look
at
the
crowded
flowers
as
she
followed
Howl
inside
.
There
were
roses
,
thousands
of
them
.
“
Won
’
t
the
Witch
know
you
’
re
here
?
”
“
I
tried
to
do
the
thing
she
’
d
least
expect
,
”
Howl
said
.
“
And
are
you
trying
to
find
Prince
Justin
?
”
Sophie
asked
.
But
Howl
slithered
out
of
answering
by
racing
through
the
broom
cupboard
,
shouting
for
Michael
.
They
opened
the
flower
shop
the
next
day
.
As
Howl
had
pointed
out
,
it
could
not
have
been
simpler
.
Every
early
morning
,
all
they
had
to
do
was
to
open
the
door
with
the
knob
purple
-
down
and
go
out
into
the
swimming
green
haze
to
gather
flowers
.
It
soon
became
a
routine
.
Sophie
took
her
stick
and
her
scissors
and
stumped
about
,
chatting
to
her
stick
,
using
it
to
test
the
squashy
ground
or
hook
down
sprays
of
high
-
up
choice
roses
.
Michael
took
an
invention
of
his
own
which
he
was
very
proud
of
.
It
was
a
large
tin
tub
with
water
in
it
,
which
floated
in
the
air
and
followed
Michael
wherever
he
went
among
the
bushes
.
The
dog
-
man
went
too
.
He
had
a
wonderful
time
rushing
about
the
wet
green
lanes
,
chasing
butterflies
or
trying
to
catch
the
tiny
,
bright
birds
that
fed
on
the
flowers
.
While
he
dashed
about
.
Sophie
cut
armloads
of
blue
hibiscus
,
and
Michael
loaded
the
bath
with
orchids
,
roses
,
starry
white
flowers
,
shiny
vermilion
ones
,
or
anything
that
caught
his
fancy
.
They
all
enjoyed
this
time
.
Then
,
before
the
heat
in
the
bushes
grew
too
intense
,
they
took
the
day
’
s
flowers
back
to
the
shop
and
arranged
them
in
a
motley
collection
of
jugs
and
buckets
which
Howl
had
dug
out
of
the
yard
.
Two
of
the
buckets
were
actually
the
seven
-
league
boots
.
Nothing
,
Sophie
thought
as
she
arranged
shocks
of
gladiolus
in
them
,
could
show
how
completely
Howl
had
lost
interest
in
Lettie
.
He
did
not
care
now
if
Sophie
used
them
or
not
.
Howl
was
nearly
always
missing
while
they
gathered
flowers
.
And
the
doorknob
was
always
turned
black
-
down
.
He
was
usually
back
for
a
late
breakfast
,
looking
dreamy
,
still
in
his
black
clothes
.
He
would
never
tell
Sophie
which
suit
the
black
one
really
was
.
“
I
’
m
in
mourning
for
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
,
”
was
all
he
would
say
.
And
if
Sophie
or
Michael
asked
why
Howl
was
always
away
at
that
time
,
Howl
would
look
injured
and
say
,
“
If
you
want
to
talk
to
a
schoolteacher
,
you
have
to
catch
her
before
school
starts
.
”
Then
he
would
disappear
into
the
bathroom
for
the
next
two
hours
.
Meanwhile
Sophie
and
Michael
put
on
their
fine
clothes
and
opened
the
shop
.
Howl
insisted
on
the
fine
clothes
.
He
said
it
would
attract
custom
.
Sophie
insisted
they
all
wore
aprons
.
And
after
the
first
few
days
,
when
the
people
of
Market
Chipping
simply
stared
through
the
window
and
did
not
come
into
the
shop
,
the
shop
became
very
popular
.
Word
had
gone
round
that
Jenkins
had
flowers
like
no
flowers
ever
seen
before
.
People
Sophie
had
known
all
her
life
came
and
bought
flowers
by
the
bundle
.
None
of
them
recognized
her
,
and
that
made
her
feel
very
odd
.
They
all
thought
she
was
Howl
’
s
old
mother
.
But
Sophie
had
had
enough
of
being
Howl
’
s
old
mother
.
“
I
’
m
his
aunt
,
”
she
told
Mrs
.
Cesari
.
She
became
know
as
Aunt
Jenkins
.
