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fortunate.’
    ‘But he’s my Dad. He’s my family .’
    ‘I am not even familiar with family.’
    ‘Oh please, Glubbslyme. Just talk to my Dad. Look, he’ll be home any minute. Oh dear, I should have started tea, I did promise. Still never mind, when he meets you he’ll forget to be cross. Oh Glubbslyme, please, please, do talk to my Dad. You needn’t say very much if you feel shy.’
    ‘I never feel shy,’ said Glubbslyme indignantly. ‘And I never talk to strangers.’
    ‘But he’s not a stranger, he’s my Dad.’
    ‘He is strange to me. You are the only person with whom I am intimate,’ Glubbslyme insisted.
    Rebecca couldn’t help feeling a little warm pride in spite of her disappointment.
    ‘Just one little croaky How do you do?’ she suggested, not willing to give up altogether.
    ‘I do not think you understand plain English,’ said Glubbslyme irritably.
    He jumped into the bath, deliberately splashing her. Glubbslyme’s English seemed very fancy indeed to Rebecca, but she knew what he meant.
    ‘All right then,’ she said, wiping her eye. ‘Only it’s going to be so difficult getting him to believe you can really talk if you won’t do it for him.’
    ‘You will not tell him anything,’ said Glubbslyme, jumping out of the water and glaring at her. ‘If you talk about my magical powers they will immediately decline.’
    ‘Can’t I even tell him you were Rebecca Cockgoldde’s familiar back in the seventeenth century?’
    ‘Indeed you cannot.’
    ‘I think that’s very mean,’ said Rebecca, and she flicked her fingers and thumb in the water and splashed Glubbslyme back. It was only a little flick, a little splash, but Glubbslyme swelled. He leapt in the air and then hurtled down into the full bath, his arms and legs tucked into his body. Rebecca did not get splashed. She got soaked.
    ‘You beast!’ she said. She splashed at him wildly but he just bobbed up and down in the water, laughing. Then he jumped right up and splashed her again. She tried to duck but she wasn’t quick enough. Her dress was now as wet as it had been when she fell in the pond.
    ‘Will you stop it!’ she shrieked. ‘Look at me! Look at the floor, there’s water slopping everywhere. And my dress! How am I going to get it dry before Dad gets home, eh? You can’t make the sun shine right through the ceiling.’
    ‘I can do anything,’ said Glubbslyme. ‘I am the Great Glubbslyme, once the familiar of the wise and wicked witch Rebecca Cockgoldde, now the familiar of the small and very silly Rebecca Brown.’
    ‘I wish you’d stop insulting me. You haven’t half got a cheek,’ said Rebecca.
    She splashed him again and he croaked mockingly. She reached out and seized the bottle of bubble bath. She shook it and then squeezed hard. A stream of bubbles spurted over Glubbslyme. He flailed wildly through the scented froth, spluttering.

    ‘Oh Glubbslyme, you do look sweet ,’ said Rebecca, giggling wildly.
    ‘You wanton little maid!’ Glubbslyme croaked, bubbles foaming from his mouth. ‘Rinse this foul scented brew from my person immediately!’ He tried to turn on the bath taps himself but his little fingers weren’t quite strong enough.
    ‘Aha, you need my help now, don’t you,’ said Rebecca triumphantly. She leant over to help him but as soon as she’d turned the cold tap full on Glubbslyme stuck his fist in the flow so that the water shot right up into Rebecca’s face.
    ‘There! That will teach you to play tricks on me,’ he said, sluicing the foam off himself.
    ‘You horrid little toad!’ Rebecca shouted, reaching for a dry towel. They all seemed to be very wet now. ‘And I was trying to help you too!’
    ‘You will soon learn that you will never get the better of the Great Glubbslyme. I can manipulate water in all manner of ways. Cease your silly little tricks lest I evoke all my magical powers.’
    ‘I’ve got my modern magic too, don’t forget,’ said Rebecca, giving him a little