It was a wonderful autumn day . There were wild growths and colours and scents in sweet procession all around the pond . Every curve in it revealed some little whim of loveliness . On the left bank , in a grove of birch , was Randall 's new house , waiting to be sanctified by love and joy and birth . Janet loved to be alone thus with the delightful day . She was sorry when she had walked over the stretch of windy weedy sea fields and reached Granny 's little tumbledown house at the Cove -- sorry and a little frightened as well . But only a little ; there was good stuff in Janet ; she lifted the latch boldly and walked in when Granny bade . Granny was curled up on a stool by her fireplace , and if ever anybody did look like a witch , she did . She waved her pipe at another stool , and Janet sat down , gazing a little curiously at Granny , whom she had never seen at such close quarters before . Will I look like that when I am very old ? she thought , beholding Granny 's wizened , marvellously wrinkled face . I wonder if anybody will be sorry when you die . `` Staring was n't thought good manners in my time , '' said Granny . Then , as Janet blushed crimson under the rebuke , she added , `` Keep red like that instead o ' white , and you wo n't need no love ointment . '' Janet felt a little cold thrill . How did Granny know what she had come for ? Was she a real witch after all ? For a moment she wished she had n't come . Perhaps it was not right to tamper with the powers of darkness . Peggy Buchanan was notoriously unhappy .
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