THE REGRETTABLE WEDNESDAY "What a very singular thing," said the Mayor, meeting the witch towards three o'clock in the afternoon, as she came down the Broad Walk towards Kensington, having slept invisibly among the daffodils for nearly twelve hours.

"A really very singular thing.

'Tisn't once in five years I visit these parts, and now I'm here I meet the very person I was thinkin' about." He winked.
"It's almost like magic, isn't it," said the witch, winking busily in return.
"Well, I've done what you told me to," said the Mayor.
"What was that ?" "You will 'ave your joke," he retorted indulgently.

"Pretending not to know, indeed.

I've done what you told me the other day when you came to that committee with your cat.