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ElsBeth loved her grandmother’s witch’s stew, a mixture of fresh tomatoes, other vegetables and herbs from the garden, smothered in three-cheese sauce.

It was always accompanied by Anadama bread right out of the oven.

(For those of you who have never had Anadama bread fresh from the oven, you are missing a favorite New England treat made with cornmeal and molasses, and one that smells most wonderful while baking.)

With a full belly after the last course of hot apple pie and homemade ice cream — a special delight for Sylvanas — ElsBeth got to her most important studies.

Being a witch had responsibilities and required daily study and practice. And a lot of patience.

She had been working for the last several weeks on mastering a protective spell for a small kitchen garden.

This was a fundamental skill for any witch worthy of the name.

She had been practicing on yard-long squares of their garden that Grandmother had marked off with twine. She was now on her fifth square.

ElsBeth would have to admit that the first two squares were a poor show, looking brown at the edges and wilty. She could hear faint, weepy sounds coming from those sections.

The plants there were sadly embarrassed about their withered appearance.

However, each of the last three squares looked progressively greener and plumper.

And now there was a perfect tomato growing fast in front of her eyes.

“Eureka!” she squealed in delight. “I’ve got the hang of it!”

Her grandmother popped out the back door to see what the noise was about.

She folded her arms and beamed at her granddaughter. ElsBeth was a little impatient, and had a bit too much of a temper, but she was doing all right.

Hannah decided that the littlest witch on Cape Cod was coming along just fine.