Jennifer Jane hurried off before anybody burst into tears, it had appeared to be such a wonderful idea when she had first suggested it, but now she couldn’t see any answer.
Jennifer Jane flew back to the Witches’ Home in a thoughtful mood. She was sure she could remember the growing spell she’d used trying to improve the crops so long ago.
The young lady in question had just got home from school, her dad had come down to the kitchen for a cup of tea and they were all chatting while they waited for the kettle to boil.
