If the Broom FitsChapter 14
Penelope is one her feet with her book. On unsteady legs, she fixes her hat and stumbles to the door. She looks out. Coast is clear. Go for it! Shakily she darts across to the cell where Faart is still completely passed out and then through the hole in the wall to freedom. No sooner does she make it to the outside of the dungeon does she hear the executioner stepping up to the cell and muttering a profuse line of obscenities. That was a close one. “You’re telling me,” the witch says with...