- then, her veil drawn close, makes her way toward the door.
- [But just as she reaches the terrace who should be appear there but Witch Hex. She looks very differently now. Instead of her red cloak and pointed hat she wears a neat black silk dress with a white fichu around her shoulders, and a black bonnet with lavender-coloured flowers. On her arm she carries a basket in which is an ordinary sized black cat.
The Witch. [Stopping the Queen.] Highty-tighty, what's all this? The Queen. [Clinging to her.] Oh, Witch Hex!
All. [In consternation.] Witch Hex! The Witch!
The Witch. Don't be frightened; not Witch Hex anymore! I gave up magic for good and all day before yesterday, burned all my charms, shrunk Fiddle to his natural size, [She shows the cat.] and
