Paul Klee Around the Fish

Paul Klee Around the FishPaul Klee Ancient SoundRene Magritte Homesickness
in her hearts of hearts, she was too embarrassed; she felt like a farrier who could shoe horses, cure them, rear them and judge them, but had only the sketchiest idea about how one rode them.
She pasted the label on to the phial and wrapped it carefully in plain paper.
Now.
"There is another way into the University," she said, looking sidelong at Esk, who was making a disgruntled job of mashing herbs in a mortar. "A witches' way."
Esk . "I said I'd find a way, didn't I? A very good way, too. You won't have to bother with lessons, you can go all over the place, no one will notice you you'll be invisible really - and, well, you can really clean up. But of course, after all that laughing, you won't be interested. Will you?"
"Pray have another cup of tea, Mrs Weatherwax?" said Mrs Whitlow.
"Mistress," said Granny.
"Pardon?"looked up. Granny treated herself to a thin smile and started work on another label; writing labels was always the hard part of magic, as far as she was concerned. "But I don't expect you'd be interested," she went on. "It's not very glamorous." "They laughed at me," Esk mumbled. "Yes. You said. So you won't be wanting to try again, then. I quite understand." There was silence broken only by the scratching of Granny's pen. Eventually Esk said: "This way -" "Mmph?" "It'll get me into the University?" "Of course," said Granny haughtily