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Chapter 11
Sureyouwon’tchangeyourmindaboutsupper?”
“Iwillnot,”saidMissAngorian.“Areyouquitewell,Mr.Jenkins?”
“Inthepink,”Howlsaid,andhehustledMichaelandSophieawaydownthestairsandintothehorriblehorselesscarriage.TheinvisiblewatchersinthehousesmusthavethoughtMissAngorianwaschasingthemwithasaber,iftheyjudgedfromthespeedwithwhichHowlpackedthemintoitanddroveoff.
“What’sthematter?”MichaelaskedasthecarriagewentroaringandgrindinguphillagainandSophieclungtobitsofseatfordearlife.Howlpretendednottohear.SoMichaelwaiteduntilHowlwaslockingitintoitsshedandaskedagain.
“Oh,nothing,”Howlsaidairily,leadingthewaybacktotheyellowhousecalledRIVENDELL.“TheWitchoftheWastehascaughtupwithmewithhercurse,that’sall.Boundtohappensoonerorlater.”Heseemedtobecalculatingordoingsumsinhisheadwhileheopenedthegardengate.“Tenthousand,”Sophieheardhimmurmur.“ThatbringsittoaboutMidsummerDay.”
“WhatisbroughttoMidsummerDay?”askedSophie.
“ThetimeI’llbetenthousanddaysold,”Howlsaid.“Andthat,Mrs.Nose,”hesaid,swingingintothegardenofRIVENDELL,“isthedayIshallhavetogobacktotheWitchoftheWaste.”SophieandMichaelhungbackonthepath,staringatHowl’sback,somysteriouslylabeledWELSHRUGBY
