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were Amy and Clarissa) were drawing pictures, and shouting at each other with their hands behind their ears.
    "What pretty witches! What a pretty room!" thought the little witch girl. She had never seen real ordinary girls before, and of course, she did not connect these two girls with the girls who banquish, the girls in the stories that Old Witch had told her last night. She noticed that these two girls did not wear witch hats or any hats. "What sort of a witch school is this where the girls do not wear hats?" she wondered. "Beform school?" she asked herself. ("Beform school" was her way of saying "reform school," as it happened also to be Amy's way.)
    "Oh, dear," she thought. "I might have to go to 'beform school' if I don't get to my regular school soon. Or I might have to stand in the corner with my hat off."
    Luckily for her, since she did not know the way back, the red cardinal bird came flying along right now, heading for home. Disentangling herself from the ginkgo tree, the little witch girl scratched against the windowpane of Amy's house. Amy ran to the window. Then she solemnly said to Clarissa, "Clarissa."
    "What?"
    "I think I just saw the little witch girl."
    "What?" asked Clarissa.
    "I said," said Amy, speaking slowly, distinctly, and a little more loudly, "that I just saw the little witch girl, ours, not the other ones, flying past our window."
    "Oh-h," said Clarissa. "Can't be. You said she was in school. Where we would be if we didn't have colds—thank goodness, we do."
    "Well," said Amy. "I said she was going to fly in late. And that is what she is doing this minute, flying in late. How long do you think it takes to fly from here to witch school on a broomstick? Just that long, that's all."
    In her picture Amy quickly drew the little witch girl flying in the schoolroom window, the new little witch girl flying into a new school, alone, and late.
    The other witch girls were chanting arithmetic runes. In the middle of one and one, they all stopped and stared. Because Little Witch Girl was new, they were all resolved not to like her. "Imagine coming in late the first day!" they twittered. They all, including the witch teacher, watched Little Witch Girl with cold and critical stares. The names of the six other little witch girls were Tweet, Izzy, Olie, Itch and Twitch, who were twins, and Notesy.
    "Fly your broomstick to the broomstick rack," said the witch teacher.
    Little Witch Girl did this. "Now," said the teacher, "take your copy stool and sit down, the one behind Olie," she said. "Olie, stand, so that the new witch girl will know where to sit."
    Tweet stood up instead of Olie, and Little Witch Girl put her stool behind hers instead of Olie's. The class twittered at the success of this first joke on the new witch.
    "What is your name?" asked the teacher. "Spell it."
    "Small h, a, double n, a, capital H," answered the little witch girl, getting it right, for witches spell backwards.
    "Where do you live?" asked the teacher.
    "With Head Witch Nobby on the glass hill," answered the little witch.
    All the witches gasped. In the witch house of exile! They decided to dislike Little Witch Girl more than ever, for they knew she must be stuck-up, living with a witch of such importance.
    "Why are you late?" asked the witch teacher.
    "I went to the wrong school by mistake," answered Little Witch Girl. She still thought that Amy and Clarissa had been in a school. She had decided notto mention keeping late hours last night with Old Witch. The less she mentioned the name of Old Witch, Head Witch of all the witches, the better, she decided, because whenever she did do so, one or another of the witches said, "She brags." Little Witch Girl was indignant. After all, she had not asked to live with Old Witch. Somehow or another, by abracadabra, she had simply arrived in the witch house.

    "Wrong school!" imitated the others with titters. And although the little witch girl had been in this school for only a few minutes, the