there.
- All right, miss.
- What was your name?
- Carrie, miss.
- You sleep in the sofa in there.
- Thank you, miss.
- Is that all you brought?
- We ain't exactly burdened down.
Travel light, that's us.
I don't think this 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 wilI wash...
- Wash?
You wilI wash yourselves
otherwise there will be no supper.
Is that clear?
A house of horror.
That's what we've come to.
Please don't bother to whisper.
I'm exceptionally keen of hearing.
You are planning
to run back to London.
Please do your plotting elsewhere
where I shan't have to listen to it.
I don't know much
about what children eat.
You'll have to make do as I do.
Is there anything in particular
that you fancy?
Sausage and mash,
bubble and squeak,
toad in the hole, fried fish...
Anything at all.
You won't find any fried foods
in this house.
- No fried food?
- No.
How do you keep your health?
Cabbage buds, rosehips,
hyssop seed, elm bark,
wattle yeast and stewed nettles.
''Dear Madam. With this shipment,
the Emelius Browne
College of Witchcraft
sends you its
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.
Let's see how we fly this thing.
Here we are.
''Clasp the broom with both hands.''
Yes, of course.
''Never astride the broom.''
Oh, yes, of course.
''A witch is always a lady unless
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?
''To start up the broom,
your basic formula:
La kipo necriff scrumpet leech!''
I wasn't ready!
Now watch this.
Here we go.
It's going to be
a little different this time.
All right. I know it's not ladylike.
What's the matter?
- How does she do that?
- She's a witch.
That's the sort of thing witches do.
She don't fly good, do she?
- She's crashed!
- Now's our chance to hop it!
- Suppose she's hurt.
- Go on! You can't hurt a witch.
Look out!
She's proper cross now.
Let's get away from here.
Hang on. I'm having a bit of a think.
A witch she is, says you.
Then let's use the old loaf, says I.
- Let's get back to London.
- What we have here is an opportunity.
She don't want anyone
to know she's a witch, does she?
- Not ruddy likely.
- That's the opportunity.
And I intend to make
the most of it. Come on.
- Bran porridge.
- Thank you, miss.
Very healthful, I'm sure!
- Hurt your foot, Miss Price?
- Just twisted my ankle.
- Sorry to hear that.
- Thank you. It's nothing serious.
Lovely weather for flying last night.
Why did you say that, Charles?
Game's up, Miss Price.
We know what you are.
I see.
Don't worry, Miss Price.
No one's gonna peach on you.
Thank you. I should be most grateful
if you didn't tell anyone.
Course there would have to be one
or two little changes made round here.
I mean, I'd like to see an occasional
sausage on the table here.
- A bit of strawberry jam.
- Charlie!
Let me handle this.
And another thing, Miss Price.
There will be no more of this wash,
wash, wash, morning and night.
Anything else?
Now you mention it,
I could do with a bit of lolly.
Lolly?
Cash. Cold, hard cash.
You must have buckets of it.
The most accomplished of witches
can't make money out of thin air.
Have you ever heard of a rich witch?
Be that as it may,
you don't want us to blab, do you?
Have you considered
what danger you might be in?
I am a witch, you know.
What will you do?
Turn me into a toad?
Lovely. A toad with pink eyes.
- I might just do that.
- Go on, then. I dare you.
Very well, Charles.
- You shouldn't have said that