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Mort
eyed
the
dresser
suspiciously
.
He
felt
he
’
d
rather
lost
the
initiative
.
He
pulled
out
the
hourglass
and
glared
at
it
.
There
was
a
little
heap
of
sand
left
.
There
’
s
still
a
few
minutes
yet
,
’
said
the
witch
,
without
looking
up
.
’
How
,
I
mean
,
HOW
DO
YOU
KNOW
?
’
She
ignored
him
,
and
dried
the
ink
in
front
of
the
candle
,
sealed
the
letter
with
a
drip
of
wax
,
and
tucked
it
under
the
candlestick
.
Then
she
picked
up
the
cat
.
’
Granny
Beedle
will
be
around
directly
tomorrow
to
tidy
up
and
you
’
re
to
go
with
her
,
understand
?
And
see
she
lets
Gammer
Nutley
have
the
pink
marble
washstand
,
she
’
s
had
her
eye
on
it
for
years
.
’
The
cat
yawped
knowingly
.
’
I
haven
’
t
,
that
is
,
I
HAVEN
’
T
GOT
ALL
NIGHT
,
YOU
KNOW
,
’
said
Mort
reproachfully
.
’
You
have
,
I
haven
’
t
,
and
there
’
s
no
need
to
shout
,
’
said
the
witch
.
She
slid
off
her
stall
and
then
Mort
saw
how
bent
she
was
,
like
a
bow
.
With
some
difficulty
she
unhooked
a
tall
pointed
hat
from
its
nail
on
the
wall
,
skewered
it
into
place
on
her
white
hair
with
a
battery
of
hatpins
,
and
grasped
two
walking
sticks
.
She
tottered
across
the
floor
towards
Mort
,
and
looked
up
at
him
with
eyes
as
small
and
bright
as
blackcurrants
.
’
Will
I
need
my
shawl
?
Shall
I
need
a
shawl
,
d
’
you
think
?
No
,
I
suppose
not
.
I
imagine
it
’
s
quite
warm
where
I
’
m
going
.
’
She
peered
closely
at
Mort
,
and
frowned
.
