Grannys Witchcraft

Who are you supposed to be? Joan of Arc, the Queen of England, or the Bell of Brooklyn? I'm Mary, Queen of God. Only right now I'd better be Mary, Mr. Sam, with his hat and eye.

Keep everybody in use, will you, dear? Any suggestions on how that's done? Well, if I knew you'd be king of our family. Hey, by the way, you look awfully sick as Robin Hood's lackey. Are those real arrows?

Sure, but I'm not really Robin Hood. I'm actually Cupid with clothes on. It's cold out. Well, you'll be okay to aim a couple of arrows so they'll do the most good. I'll be seeing you.

Oh, and remember, there is no mistletoe under the chandelier. Only you can forget that when I get mad. I will. Hurry with those sandwiches, will you, Mary? You bet I will. I'm the kind of a guest who has an appetite for adventure, but I've also got a craving for something a little more substantial.

I'll be over to Vienna. All right. And it's fun to do. Okay. Lucky. Lucky. What's not, Mary? Where are the sandwiches and why the pleasant look? This is a party. You know, have fun. Hurray, whoopee. What's wrong?

It's a very funny looking old lady out in the foyer asking for you. Really? How funny looking? Very very. She's wearing a long black dress. Her hair is practically white and... Ooh! This is so stringy and...

It could be arrested for loitering all over her face. What about the face? From what I could see, maybe her hair doesn't cover enough of it. Sounds like a description of my schoolgirl, Sweetheart. Well, this is a costume party, Mary.