Worst Witch Saves the Day by Illustrated by Jill Murphy; By (Author) Jill Murphy
	List Price:   $13.99 Unit Price:   $11.19 You Save:   $2.80 (20%) ISBN-10:   0763633194 ISBN-13:   9780763633196 Publisher:   Random House PS [IN]; Candlewick Press Series:   The Worst Witch Ser. Edition:   illustrated Category:   Reading Series Pub. Date:   August 2007 Pages:   160 Format:   Hardcover Ages:   8 to 10 Grades:   3 to 5
Subjects
CHILDREN'S FICTION
Description/Notes
The famously disaster-prone, witch-in-training Mildred flies in for a brand-new adventure, in which a curling-iron catastrophe leads her to experiment with a hair-growing potion--with hair-raising results. Illustrations. CHAPTER THREE The girls set off to put their suitcases and cats into their rooms and to get themselves tidied up before assembly, which was held in the Great Hall. Mildred was delighted to find that she now had six bats roosting along her picture rail, instead of the usual three. She was mad about animals and, although the bats didnt do very much except sleep all day occasionally stretching a wing or shuffling along a bit it was nice to know they were there. In the early hours, when Mildred was often lying awake worrying about a looming potion test or some similar horror, it was always comforting to see her little flock come in from their nights hunting and jostle into position upside down. It only took a few minutes for Mildred to unpack her suitcase and put away her clothes, so she decided to nip along the corridor to Mauds room. 'Have you got that styling brush, Maud?' she asked, letting herself in through the heavy oak door. 'Id like to have a little twirl with it and see if I can liven up my hair a bit.' Maud was still cramming her clothes into her tiny wardrobe. All the pupils had a wardrobe, with space on one side for their robes and shirts and a narrow set of drawers on the other side, which was not big enough to take a terms supply of socks and underclothes and was, therefore, very difficult to keep tidy. 'Of course you can, Mildred,' said Maud cheerily. 'Its on the bed there. Just push up the switch at the side and it makes a hissing sound, then gets warm in a few minutes.' 'Thanks, Maudy,' said Mildred. She was about to close the door as she left the room when Enid came up behind her. 'Im just going in to have a chat with Maud,' said Enid. 'Coming?' 'Not yet,' replied Mildred. 'Im going to have a go at beautifying myself with Mauds magic brush here,' and she skipped off down the corridor back to her room. 'What do you make of our new form mistress, then?' asked Enid, settling on the end of Mauds bed with her knees pulled up under her chin. Maud stuffed the last pair of grey-and-black-striped pyjamas into the bottom drawer and closed the wardrobe door. 'Shes a bit weird-looking, isnt she?' said Maud. 'Im surprised H.B. let her over the doorstep. Shes so everything H.B. cant stand, isnt she? Nervous, twittering, doesnt look as if she could control a dead budgerigar and that funny little voice and all those frivolous curls!' Enid laughed. 'Come on,' she said, 'lets go and help Mildred with her hair.' 'Yes, lets,' said Maud, heading for the door. 'I meant to warn her to be careful. Its really easy to get the brush tangled if your hairs long.' CHAPTER FOUR Maud and Enid pushed open Mildreds door. 'Be careful with the brush, Mildred,' said Maud. 'Its easy to ' She stopped abruptly as she saw Mildred sitting on her bed with the styling brush and her hair rolled up in a great messy loop right against her scalp. She was desperately trying to unroll it, but the brush was held as tightly as a fly parcelled up in a spiders web. 'Its got stuck, Maud!' said Mildred, trying not to cry. 'I mean really stuck! Ive turned it off but its still burning hot and the brush is black so you cant see where the hair ends and the brush begins.' 'Dont panic, Mildred,' said Enid, trying to sound soot