The woman stared at her. “That was an incredible feat of reasoning,” she said at last. “You’d make a good witch finder. You know they used to set fire to witches? Whatever kind of hat I’ve got on, you’d say it proves I’m a witch, yes?” “Well, the frog sitting on your hat is a bit of a clue, too,” said Tiffany. “I’m a toad, actually,” said the creature, which had been peering at Tiffany from between the paper flowers.
