William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere Debout

William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere DeboutJohn Constable Malvern HallJohn William Waterhouse The SorceressJohn William Waterhouse The Enchanted Garden
Other people would probably say: I wasn’t myself. But Granny Weatherwax didn’t have anyone else to be.
The two witches hurried on through the gale.
From the shelter of a thorn thicket, the unicorn watched them go.
Diamanda Tockley did indeed wear a floppy black velvet hat. It had a veil, too.
Perdita Nitt, who had once been merely Agnes Nitt before she got witchcraft, wore a black hat with a veil too, because Diamanda did. Both of them were seventeen. And she wished she was naturally skinny, like Diamanda, but if you can’t be about this Inner Self business. She was coming to suspect that she didn’t have one.
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And she wished she could do her eyes like Diamanda did.
And she wished she could wear heels like Diamanda did.skinny you can at least look unhealthy. So she wore so much thick white make-up in order to conceal her naturally rosy complexion that if she turned around suddenly her face would probably end up on the back of her head.They’d done the Raising of the Cone of Power, and some candle magic, and some scrying. Now Diamanda was show-ing them how to do the cards.She said they contained the distilled wisdom of the Ancients. Perdita had found herself treacherously wonder-ing who these Ancients were—they clearly weren’t the same as old people, who were stupid, Diamanda said, but she wasn’t quite clear why they were wiser than, say, modem people.Also, she didn’t understand what the FemininePrinciple was. And she wasn’t too clear