Edward Hopper Portrait of Orleans

Edward Hopper Portrait of OrleansEdward Hopper Pont du Carrousel in the FogEdward Hopper Painter and Model
Bugger off, my precious, Nana’s busy right this minute.”
Pewsey pulled hard on Nanny Ogg’s skirts.
“Now sweetie now!”
Granny Weatherwax leaned down until her impressive nose was about level with Pewsey’s gushing one.
“If you don’t go away,” she said gravely, “I will personal-ly rip your head off and fill it with snakes.”
“There!” said Nanny Ogg. “There’s lots of poor children in Klatch that’d be grateful for a curse like that.”
Pewsey’s little face, after a second or two of uncertainty, split into a pumpkin grin.
“Funny lady,” “Er. Diamanda says you don’t understand, she says they won’t be trying to outstare one another ...”
Magrat was bored. She’d never been bored when she was a witch. Permanently bewildered and overworked yes, but not bored.
She kept telling herself it’d probably be better when she really was queen, although he said.“Tell you what,” said Nanny, patting Pewsey on the head and then absentmindedly wiping her hand on her dress, “you see them young ladies on the other side of the square? They’ve got lots of sweeties.”Pewsey waddled off.“That’s germ warfare, that is,” said Granny Weatherwax.“Come on,” said Nanny. “Our Jason’s put a couple of chairs in the circle. You sure you’re all right?”“I’ll do.”Perdita Nitt traipsed across the road again.“Er ... Mrs. Ogg?”“Yes, dear?”