The Good Witch's Garden Page #4

by the name of Charles Hamblin?

Yes. I'm living proof.

Well, Miss Nightingale.

Nice to have met you, Chief. Uh, excuse me.

Nice to meet you.

He just went upstairs.

Yeah, that's where his bedroom

is. He's a guest. My first.

You think that's a good idea?

Well, I have to pay for the

home improvements somehow.

- But who is he?

- He's Nick Chasen.

What else do you know about him?

Well, I know that he's paid in advance,

and he's a complete gentleman,

and a distant relative.

I find that very interesting.

- Let me check him out.

- Jake.

He just checked in.

- Cassie?

- Good morning, Lori.

Good morning. What are you making?

Oh, oatmeal. For my

guest. Do you want some?

Lori, aren't you supposed to be in school?

I'm on my way. That's why I'm here.

I'm having some trouble with my schoolwork.

Oh, what subject? Chemistry?

- History.

- Hmm.

Needs some more cinnamon.

I'm working with one of

my classmates on a report.

She's driving me crazy.

Whenever it's time to do work,

she runs off to feed her fish.

At least she cares about them.

But she doesn't care about our report.

I was wondering, do you have...

some kind of...

magic?

Do you mean a spell to

make her do her homework?

Hmm, it's not easy getting

kids to do their homework.

I know.

Follow me.

Some very curious things

came with this solarium.

- What is that?

- I'm not sure.

Something to do with my garden.

Maybe you and Jess can figure it out.

But we're supposed to do our report

on a big event that happened

in our town's history.

Big trees from little acorns grow.

- And so, Duke yells...

- Fire!

And I go stuff all the paper towels

down all the girls' toilets until...

- The whole place floods!

- Pardon me.

- You should have been there!

- Oh yeah.

Water down the whole hall!

Yeah, then Mrs. Buttrick came running in,

and she slipped and fell right in it!

Good afternoon, Cicely.

Whatever happened to common courtesy?

- That's funny.

- So, uh, what's your idea?

Oh, um, I remember something my

dad told me that was pretty funny.

Your dad?

Well, yeah.

See, he changed the tape in the

church tower, so instead of bells...

it played Led Zeppelin.

No, dude. That's... that's lame.

Look, if you want in,

you're gonna have to do something huge.

- Like what?

- Don't worry about it.

- We'll let you know.

- Yeah. Later.

Hmm.

Good afternoon, Martha.

Miss Nightingale.

Chief Russell told me you had an

encounter with one of my creepers.

- Do you doubt it?

- Oh, not at all.

I just wondered if you had any

chafing or allergic reaction.

I'm perfectly fine. The matter's closed.

Because I have some

special ointment in my shop.

I am not in the mood for

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