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“Poor people!” said the Weird Witch, with her voice full of kindness “why should I make them climb up all this way, just to see me?” And that is why most of the people who came to ask her for spells never got as far as the pink cottage at all, for they found what they wanted at the bottom of the hill and no doubt that saved everybody a great deal of trouble. “If I did not keep a few spells lying about at the bottom of the hill, I would never have a moment’s peace,” chuckled the Witch of the Willow-Herb. But this particular Witch, who lived in her pink cottage on the top of the hill, had not been living there all that time for nothing. Now, any one might think that this wonderful Witch was so sweet and so wise that all sorts of people would be coming, all day long, to ask her to help them for, of course, that is what a witch is for. And no one but an elf or a fairy could have said how long the Weird Witch of the Willow-Herb had been living in her cottage on the top of the hill.

Her pink cottage was the most charming place in the world to live in the walls were made of the flower of the willow-herb, and the roof was made of the green leaves, and the floors were made of the white down and all the little lattice windows were cobwebs, spun by the spiders who live in Fairyland and make the windows for the Fairy Queen’s own palace.

She was merry and beautiful and wise and kind and she was all dressed in pink and green, and she had great eyes that were sometimes filled with laughter and sometimes filled with tears, and her round soft mouth looked as though it had done nothing but smile for hundreds and hundreds of years. The Weird Witch of the Willow-Herb lived in a pink cottage on the top of a hill.

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