But one day last week I just
happened to look at my hands and there wasn't a wart to be seen.
It was the most amazing thing."
"And yet you'll say Peg Bowen isn't a witch," said Peter.
"Pshaw, it was just the potato juice," scoffed Dan.
"It was a dry old potato I had, and there wasn't much juice in
it," said Sara Ray. "One hardly knows what to believe. But one
thing is certain--my warts are gone."
Cecily put her hair up in curl-papers that night, thoroughly
soaked in Judy Pineau's curling-fluid. It was a nasty job, for
the fluid was very sticky, but Cecily persevered and got it done.
Then she went to bed with a towel tied over her head to protect
the pillow. She did not sleep well and had uncanny dreams, but
she came down to breakfast with an expression of triumph. The
Story Girl examined her head critically and said,
"Cecily, if I were you I'd take those papers out this morning."
"Oh, no; if I do my hair will be straight again by night. I mean
to leave them in till the last minute."
"I wouldn't do that--I really wouldn't," persisted the Story Girl.
"If you do your hair will be too curly and all bushy and fuzzy."
Cecily finally yielded and went upstairs with the Story Girl.
Presently we heard a little shriek--then two little shrieks--then
three.
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