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Nanny Ogg, holding out a bowl with a
cloth over it, “I’ve brung you some—“
Granny
“This is witchcraft,” said Granny Weatherwax. “It’s not... it’s not a game of conkers. Oh, deary, deary me.”
She walked along the very short row of trembling girls.
“What’s your name, girl?”
“Magenta Frottidge, ma’am.”
“I bet that’s not what your mum calls you?”
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LORDS fttfO Lft0/£6Weatherwax was looking past her.“Who’re these people?” she said.The three girls looked embarrassed.“See, they came round my house and said—“ Nanny Ogg began.“Don’t tell me. Let me guess,” said Granny. She strode out, and inspected the trio.“Well, well, well,” she said. “My word. My word. Three girls who want to be witches, am I right?” Her voice went falsetto. “’Oh, please, Mrs. Ogg, we has seen the error of our ways, we want to leam proper witchcraft.” Yes?”“Yes. Something like that,” said Nanny. “But—“