And then she took her wishes with her into sleep.
Anna Elizabeth Bennett, Little Witch: 60th Anniversary Edition
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- “A pretty pickle,” Madam Snickasnee kept mumbling. “Me, the smartest, cleverest witch this side of the Rockies, to allow mere men to get the best of me—and one of them a man by the name of ‘Beanpot,’ too. Ugh!”
- “I don’t like to be a witch,” said Minx, unhappily. “I’d like to be just like other children.” “But don’t you know lots of magic?” persisted Jack. “I know some,” admitted Minx, rather proudly.
- “My mother sends for everything from the Witches’ Market. That’s located near the Never-Never Land. They send her a catalog, and she orders from that.”
- “A fairy!” hooted the centaur, throwing back his head and laughing wildly. “Why in the name of Pan would anyone ever waste their time on those silly little pests!
- “Sleep there, nor know me gone: sleep there And never wake, although God’s breath Catch thee at midmost of the prayer Of sleep—that so dream turns to death! Pass, be no more! The beckoning dawn Woos the white ocean: I must go Wither my soul’s desire is drawn. Whither? I know not. Even so.”