Vincent van Gogh Reaper

Vincent van Gogh ReaperEdmund Blair Leighton OffFord Madox Brown Work
Granny's hand clipped the back of her head.
"Bow, I told you," she said, without rancor. "Witches bow." She demonstrated.
"But why?" complained Esk.
"Because witches have got to be different, and that's part of the secret," said Granny.
They sat on a bleached bench in front of the rimward wall of the cottage. In front of them the Herbs were already a foot high, a sinister collection of pale green leaves.
"Right," strange about it, except that no one in the village had one like it. But that didn't make it magical. Esk bit her lip; she had a vision of herself being sent Home in disgrace.
It didn't feel strange, and there were no hidden pockets. It was just a typical witch's hat. Granny always wore it when she went into the village, but in the forest she just wore a leather hood.said Granny, settling herself down. "You know the hat on the hook by the door? Go and fetch it." Esk obediently went inside and unhooked Granny's hat. It was tall, pointed and, of course, black. Granny turned it over in her hands and regarded it carefully. "Inside this hat," she said solemnly, "is one of the secrets of witchcraft. If you cannot tell me what it is, then I might as well teach you no more, because once you learn the secret of the hat there is no going back. Tell me what you know about the hat." "Can I hold it?" "Be my guest." Esk peered inside the hat. There was some wire stiffening to give it a shape, and a couple of hatpins. That was all. There was nothing particularly