“Oh, now that will be useful!” said Hayzell. “I’d forgotten about that. There’s a savings certificate inside. It could be worth a lot of money by now. It’s no use to me but you’ll need it. Mortals use money to acquire things.”
“To think I’ve wasted all these years trying to be a proper witch,” said Goodrun. “Now I know why Evilyn and I are so different.”
Hayzell smiled. “Tomorrow, we shall visit Aunt Nettle. I hope you won’t be disappointed. Her cottage is very ordinary. It’s old and a bit run-down. No secret passages like our wonderful mansion. But I’m afraid it does have a bathroom. Mortals are obsessed with washing.”
It sounded wonderful to Goodrun — even the bathroom. As a mortal she would not have to be nasty or wicked and could enjoy being kind, and as a witch she retained all her magic powers — including being able to fly. That night Goodrun went to bed dreaming of the cottage in the country and her new life. For the first time ever, she felt truly, truly happy.