"It would be worse than that.

If we were naughty she'd point it at us, and then we'd all three turn into toads, or frogs, or white mice.

Oh, just fancy! I am so glad she hasn't got a gold-headed stick." "Children," said a voice at the door, which made them all jump, though it was such a kind, cheery voice.

"Aren't you ready for tea?
I'm glad to see you are not very tired, but you must be hungry.

Remember that you've travelled a good way to-day." "Only from London, grandmother dear," said Molly; "that isn't very far." "And the day after to-morrow you have to travel a long way farther," continued her grandmother.