A Matter-of-Fact Magic Book: The Would-Be Witch (A Stepping Stone Book(TM)) by Chew Ruth

Author:Chew, Ruth [Chew, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780449815694
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2014-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

Robin got up and began to dress in the dark. “Andy,” she said, “would you get my jacket, please? It’s in the hall closet downstairs.”

Andy went to get the jacket.

Robin took the silver feathers out of her desk drawer. She put them into the pocket of her jeans.

When Andy came back with her jacket, Robin put it on. She opened the window and found the dustpan in the dark. Robin pulled the two feathers out of her pocket and handed one to Andy. Then she stepped on the dustpan.

Andy tucked the feather behind his ear. At once he was tiny. He wanted to get on the dustpan, but Robin’s feet took up all the room. She tucked her feather behind her ear. Now she was small too. Andy joined her on the dustpan.

The children sat with their backs to the wall of the dustpan. They could see out over the ramp. “Fly,” Andy said to the dustpan. It rose into the air.

“Out of the window, please,” Robin said.

The blue dustpan sailed out into the night. It was much blacker than it had been when Robin looked out of her window earlier in the evening. The moon had sunk behind the rooftops. And most of the windows were dark. The magnolia tree was lost in the shadows. But the tall lamps glowed above the empty streets.

The dustpan hovered over the back yard. It seemed to be waiting for them to tell it where to go. A black cat squeezed through the picket fence and ran to the back of the yard. It climbed over the high board fence and jumped to the ground behind it.

“Dustpan,” Andy said, “follow that cat!”

The dustpan swooped over the fence. The cat trotted through the dry leaves and sticks in the vacant lot between the houses. The dustpan flew low and without a sound. It stayed about ten feet in the air above the cat.

At one end of the block there was a garage and a short driveway to the street. The cat climbed to the roof of the garage, ran across it, and jumped to the driveway. The dustpan followed a few feet behind.

When the cat reached the sidewalk, it raced to the corner and streaked down to East Fourth Street. The black cat slowed to a walk. It dodged under parked cars and slunk in the shadows of the trees. It seemed to Robin that the cat didn’t want anyone to see where it was going.

The dustpan bobbed up and down as it followed the cat. Robin and Andy lay on their stomachs and looked over the end of the ramp. They held tight to the edge of the pan to keep from sliding off.

An old brick house stood on East Fourth Street near the corner of Church Avenue. It didn’t look like an apartment building, but once at least six families had lived there. Now it was empty. The windows on the two upper floors were broken. Most of the glass was gone. Sheets of metal had been nailed over the basement and first-floor windows.

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