The Painting Field Today, Amy and Clarissa were drawing pictures of the Easter Bunny and the eggs he was painting in the painting field. Old Witch happened to be in Amy's picture, too. She was up in the corner, sitting on the glass hill. She had her telescope in her hands and was looking down. "Some people think," said Amy to Clarissa, "that, with Little Witch Girl and Weeny Witchie living with her, Old Witch never was wicked again." "Yes," said Clarissa. "Except on Halloween." "Well, Clarissa. She didn't stay good," said Amy ominously. "Look at her now. She can't forget about the—you know what—the rabbits. She's getting wicked all over again, I think." Clarissa smiled approvingly. But, pretending despair, she clutched her head between her hands. "Oh, to glory be!" she said, imitating Old Witch. Ever since the witch birthday party, Amy and Clarissa both used a number of Old Witch's expressions, which they had picked up on that famous day. Amy's mother did not like the way Amy said, "Heh-heh!" "You will ruin your voice," she said.
