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143 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1965
"I hate learning spells and I hate making charms and I'm not going to be a witch at all! Not ever!"
Rebellious little Necromancy does not want to follow in her parent's footsteps. Not for her the horrible, damp, stuff old cave in the middle of the forest. Not for her toadstools, moss-porridge and bats'-leg stew. She has other things in mind - like a proper house with windows and a school to go to.
And knowing her determination, she's going to get what she wants by hook or by crook . . .
Zachary would take care of them, though, thought the witch, for he was a good man and a good wizard too, and she knew that he loved her in spite of his formal manner. He was, she thought, absurdly old-fashioned in some ways: his refusal to call her by her given name, for instance; it was ridiculous to go on calling her Mrs Gumblethrush all the time, especially when Abigail was such a pretty name. 'Mrs Gumblethrush, be so good as to pass me my hat!', 'Mrs Gumblethrush, have you any idea where you might have put my broomstick?' 'Another mug of brew, if you please, Mrs Gumblethrush.' Ah, well, she thought, shaking her head, nothing will change him now. He's dreadfully set . . .I'm not sure this book lends itself well to quotations, so as it's quite late I'll leave it at that. But it is so well written - really, without exaggeration, I can describe it thusly:
A little smile tweaked the corners of her mouth, and she glanced up to the brink of the hollow where the wizard sat, engrossed in his tussle with the pewter mug. In the shade of the tree the baby slept peacefully.