The Witches Page #4

in its way.

And you didn't need me to tell you

it was good, now, did you?

- Gordon Parker.

- Present.

Linda Rigg.

Lin... Does anyone know

why Linda's absent today?

All right, then.

Er... geography

Sandra, how long did you spend

on your homework? Three minutes?

- No, Miss Mayfield.

- Less than that?

Ronnie, did you write this?

It isn't my writing.

No, and it's not your spelling either,

I'm glad to say,

butjust the same - did you?

Ronnie, tell me.

Is this some kind of bad joke?

No. It's true.

That Linda's grandmother

is cruel to her?

- Now, did Linda tell you that?

- I saw it.

You saw what?

They were in the wash house,

and she thought I'd gone.

I looked.

She stuck Linda's hand in the rollers

and turned the handle.

- What?

- She put Linda's hand in the mangle.

Mrs Rigg?

- Hello?

- Mrs Rigg?

- Yes, that's right.

- I'm er...

Oh, I know who you are.

You're the new teacher.

- Come in my dear.

- Thank you.

- Ah, Linda. Good afternoon.

- Hello, Miss Mayfield.

- Look what Gran gave me.

- Hmm. How nice for you to have.

Well, I'd half promised her,

and with her feeling a bit poorly like

ljust run over to Cogham for it.

Well, we were rather wondering

why Linda hadn't been to school today.

Tell your teacher.

I hurt myself with the mangle.

I was wringing out

some dolls clothes, see?

I dunno -

Gran says I'm cack-handed.

Clumsy that is, Miss.

She is too sometimes, bless her.

Well, I couldn't find no bones broken,

so I just gave her a herb brew

to give a good night's sleep.

Slept right through, I did.

Gran's a wonderful one with herbs!

The old ways, Miss.

They served when there were no doctors,

and they serve still.

Ever had a poultice

made of mouldy bread?

No, I don't think I have.

But you've had this penicillin though,

haven't you?

- Oh yes.

- It's the same thing.

She makes wine and all.

Give her a glass

of your cowslip, Gran.

Won the Women's Institute prize.

Anything Gran put in for

she always wins.

Except the chutney, love.

Don't forget the chutney.

Is Ronnie all right?

Yes, he is,

but he's worried about you.

- Did he tell you about this then?

- He's mentioned it.

He shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have been

hanging around here at all.

We don't want anything

to do with him, do we, Gran?

That Ronnie Dowsett?

No, we do not, and that's a fact.

He's no good, that boy.

He's going right ahead

to be another layabout like his father.

Now...

- Miss Mayfield.

- Thank you.

- Just a drop for you, pet.

- Looks delicious.

There.

Ronnie Dowsett -

he seems like a bright, decent boy.

Ah - "seems".

They're both getting to a certain age,

and I won't have him messing about

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