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'Tis a poor life being a Banshee  long hours and not so much as sixpence in it for a full night's work, and I got that sick of it! So I changed me trade. 'Sure, you'll never make a go of it,' they told me, 'and at your age,' they says, 'and once you've got your station in life,' they says, 'there's no changing it.' TIS A POOR LIFE BEING A BANSHEE LONG HOURS AND NOT SO MUCH AS SIXPENCE IN IT FOR A FULL NIGHT'S WORK AND I GOT THAT SICK OF IT SO I CHANGED ME TRADE SURE YOU'LL NEVER MAKE A GO OF IT THEY TOLD ME AND AT YOUR AGE THEY SAYS AND ONCE YOU'VE GOT YOUR STATION IN LIFE THEY SAYS THERE'S NO CHANGING IT
ll brass scale, compasses, measuring cups, a piggy bank which squealed off and on in a peevish way, balls of string and ribbons, a pile of magazines called _The Warlock Weekly_, a broken ukulele, little heaps of powder, colored stones, candle ends, some potted cacti, and an enormous cash register. In the middle of the chamber a little hideous crone in a Mother Hubbard crouched over a saucepan, stirring it with a wooden spoon. The saucepan was resting in the coals of an open fire, and smoke and steam together spread out in a murky, foul-smelling fog. The crone peered at them over the top of her spectacles and cackled, "Come in, come in, dearies. I'll be with you as soon as ever I finish this brew." The Phoenix, who had been gazing around the chamber in surprise, said, "My dear Banshee, since when have you taken up witchcraft? This is most unexpected." "Ah, 'tis the Phoenix!" exclaimed the hag, peering at them again. "Well, fancy that now! Och, you may well ask, and I'll be telling you.  BOTTLES OF INK IN SEVERAL COLORS CLAY PIPES SMALL BRASS SCALE COMPASSES MEASURING CUPS A PIGGY BANK WHICH SQUEALED OFF AND ON IN A PEEVISH WAY BALLS OF STRING AND RIBBONS A PILE OF MAGAZINES CALLED THE WAR LOCK WEEKLY A BROKEN EUCALELI LITTLE HEAPS OF POWDER COLOURED STONES CANDLE ENDS SOME POTTED CACTI AND AN ENORMOUS CASH REGISTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CHAMBER A LITTLE HIDEOUS CRONE IN A MOTHER HUBBARD CROUCH OVER A SAUCEPAN STIRRING IT WITH A WOODEN SPOON THE SAUCEPAN WAS RESTING IN THE COALS OF AN OPEN FIRE AND SMOKE AND STEAM TOGETHER SPREAD OUT IN A MURKY FOUL SMELLING FOG THE CRONE PEERED AT THEM OVER THE TOP OF HER SPECTACLES AND CACKLED COME IN COME IN DEARIES I'LL BE WITH YOU AS SOON AS EVER I FINISH THIS BREW THE PHOENIX WHO HAD BEEN GAZING AROUND THE CHAMBER IN SURPRISE SAID MY DEAR BANSHEE SINCE ONE HAVE YOU TAKEN UP WITCHCRAFT THIS IS MOST UNEXPECTED AH TIS THE PHOENIX EXCLAIMED THE HAG PEERING AT THEM AGAIN WELL FANCY THAT NOW ACH YOU MAY WELL ASK AND I'LL BE TELLING YOU 
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