You want to be a witch, am I right? You probably want to fly on a broomstick, yes?” “Oh, yes!” She’d often dreamed of flying. Miss Tick’s next words brought her down to earth. “Really? You like having to wear really, really thick pants? Believe me, if I’ve got to fly, I wear two pairs of woolen ones and a canvas pair on the outside which, I may tell you, are not very feminine no matter how much lace you sew on. It can get cold up there. People forget that. And then there’s the bristles. Don’t ask me about the bristles. I will not talk about the bristles.”
