He had disappeared before she had been able to do more than turn over in her mind the question whether or no broomsticks ever expect to be tipped.
Now I could not say with certainty whether the witch, in making up this packet of sandwiches, had included the contents of one of her own little packets of magic.

Sarah Brown would have been very susceptible to such a drug; her mind was always on the brink of innocent intoxication.

Perhaps she was only half a woman, so that half a joy could make her heart reel and sing, and half a sorrow break it.

She was defenceless against impressions, and too many impressions make the heart very tired.
Therefore, I think, she was a predestined victim of magic, and it seems unlikely that the witch should have missed such an opportunity to dispense spells.
After the first bite at the first sandwich, Sarah Brown was conscious of a Joke somewhere.

This feeling in itself was akin to delirium, for there are no two facts so remote as a Joke and a Charity Society.