The Witches Page #2

I looked for it on the way -

I couldn't see it.

Well, there isn't any.

- But surely...

- Alan?

- Isn't he the rector?

- The Reverend Alan Bax? No.

But the collar?

It's all perfectly harmless, really -

you'll see.

Alan. Visitor.

Miss Mayfield. I'm sorry,

I didn't know you were here.

I was running a new tape.

Nice to see you again, Mr Bax.

At first I thought it was the real thing.

Well, it is the organ

of Salisbury Cathedral.

Just as well

we have no neighbours.

What a fascinating room this is.

Alan's the collector, not me.

I have no visual sense.

Actually, most of it belonged here,

didn't it, Alan?

- This lovely lady...

- From the old church.

But I thought you er...

- Oh yes, there was once.

- I'd like to show it to you.

Well, what there is left of it.

Why don't you stay to supper?

Oh, I'd like to,

but there's a meal waiting for me.

Oh... well, next time.

And soon please, because

we're determined to see lots of you.

- That's very kind of you, Miss Bax.

- May we drop the formality?

Gwen, Alan, Stephanie.

Thank you both.

I know I'm going to love Heddaby.

I'll see you home.

How long has it been like this?

- Almost 200 years.

- Hmm.

It was damaged.

They didn't try to rebuild it.

Just let it go.

Did a storm do it?

Did Stephanie tell you about me?

About my not being a priest?

I rather wish she had.

There's nothing wrong in it,

you know.

I don't try to officiate

or persuade anyone, but...

I wanted to enter the church,

but I failed.

Somehow it's just the collar,

just sometimes it...

...gives a feeling of security.

Mr Bax?

Alan?

Well, I'll say good night, then.

- Miss Westleton...

- Not so fat either.

How can I get you all sorted out

if you talk at once.

Let's start with you.

- What's your name?

- I'm not in your class.

- Whose class are you in?

- Hers!

Miss Mayfield?

I'm Sally Benson.

I bet you thought you'd have to start term

without me - tinies and all.

I am sorry - I just got back from France,

and the boat was held up in fog.

Never mind,

we'll have a proper talk later.

Come along my lot.

Come on through, come on.

- This one belongs to you, too.

- Yes.

Come on.

Come on through, come on.

Come on, hurry.

- Maureen Crovvther.

- Present, Miss.

- Ronnie Dowsett.

- Present, Miss.

- Mary Parker.

- Present, Miss.

- Gordon Parker.

- Present, Miss.

Linda Rigg? Linda?

Present, Miss.

Linda, what have you got there?

This, Miss.

A doll. Don't you think

you're a bit big for that?

You put it away.

Now I shall try very hard

to remember all your names,

but it's going to be easier for you

because you've only got one

to remember,

and that's Miss Mayfield.

Yes, Miss Mayfield.

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