please.
Bring your things inside.
Bit murky, ain't it?
Yeah. Not another house
around here for miles.
Wipe your feet.
Big place, this.
Who else lives here?
I live alone.
It suits my purpose.
All right.
Come along, everybody.
Sorry, miss.
The cat startled us.
No need for alarm.
You just frightened him, that's all.
Yes, scared to death.
You can see that.
- What do you call your cat?
- I don't believe in giving
animals ridiculous names.
I call him Cosmic Creepus,
because that's the name he came with.
You will sleep in here.
This was my father's bedroom, and I want you
to be very careful of everything in it.
- You boys take the bed there.
- All right, miss.
- What was your name?
- It's Carrie, miss.
- Carrie, you sleep on the sofa in there.
- Thank you, miss.
- Is that all you brought?
- We ain't exactly burdened down with frillies.
Travel light, that's us.
Well, I don't think
this arrangement is going to work,
but it seems that
I have no alternative.
- We'll do our best, miss. Really, we will.
- Thank you, Carrie.
The bathroom is along the landing.
Supper is at 6:00.
- You will wash thoroughly-
- Wash?
You will wash yourselves,
otherwise there will be no supper.
Is that clear?
- A house of horror,
that's what we've come to.
I'll get his clothes, okay?
I'll get your clothes.
Please don't bother to whisper.
I am exceptionally keen of hearing.
You are planning
to run back to London.
If you have any more plotting
to do, please do it elsewhere
where I shan't have to listen.
I want you all to sit down after
supper and write to your parents
and tell them that you are well.
- We has no parents, Miss Price.
- Who do you live with then?
Aunt Bessie.
She took care of us.
Still, she wasn't even
a real aunt, was she?
But don't you know anything
about your own parents?
I don't remember anything. Aunt Bessie
knew once, but she don't anymore.
Why is that?
Three nights ago, the bombs
were gettin' a bit close,
so I took Charlie and Paul...
down to the underground
to sleep.
Aunt was working late, and she got home
the same time as one ofJerry's bombs.
I'm sure your aunt
was a very kind woman.
Yes, ma'am, she was.
I'm afraid I don't know much
about what children eat.
You'll have to make do as I do.
Is there anything particular
that you fancy?
Sausage and Mash. Bubble and Squeak.
Toad in the Hole.
Fried fish.
Oh, anything at all.
I'm afraid you won't find
any fried foods in this house.
- No fried food?
- No.
- How do you keep your health?
- What's all that?
Cabbage buds, rose hips,
glyssop seed, elm bark, whortle yeast
and, uh, stewed nettles.
And in the pot there,
mango wuzzle jam.
Mango wuzzle?
Yes, very nourishing.
For what we are about to receive,
let us be truly thankful.
"Dear madam,
with this shipment,
the Emelius Browne
Correspondence College of Witchcraft...
sends you its heartiest
congratulations on qualifying...
for the first degree
of your chosen calling.
You may now call yourself
'apprentice witch'.
Yours faithfully, Emelius Browne".
My first broom.
Time to go.
Everybody up.
Wake up, Paul.
We're going back to London.
Now, let's see
how we fly this thing.
Here we are.
"Clasp the broom
with both hands".
Yes, of course.
"No, never astride the broom".
Yes, of course.
"Technically a witch
is always a lady,
except when circumstances
dictate otherwise.
Take an easy, graceful,
sideways position".
Of course.
That's much better.
An easy, graceful,
sideways position.
There we are.
How's that?
"Now, to start up the broom,
your basic formula-
Lakipo, Nikrif,
Scrumpet, Leetch!"
I wasn't ready.
"Lakipo, Nikrif, Scrumpet, Leetch".
Now watch this.
Here we go.
Lakipo, Nikrif,
Scrumpet, Leetch!
It's going to be
a little different this time.
All right.
I know it's not ladylike.
Lakipo, Nikrif,
Scrumpet, Leetch!
- Cor!
- What's the matter?
- How does she do that?
- 'Cause she's a witch.
- That's the sort