'You know,' she said, 'you two are just about the same size . . .'
Magrat's expression of puzzlement lasted for half a second before it was replaced by one of sudden horror.
She backed away.
'Someone's got to do it,' said Granny.
'Oh, no! No! It wouldn't work! It really wouldn't work! No!'
'Magrat Garlick,' said Granny Weatherwax, tri-| umphantly, 'you shall go to the ball!'
The coach cornered on two wheels. Greebo stood on the coachman's box, swaying and grinning madly and cracking the whip. This was even better than his fluffy ball with a bell in it...
Inside the coach Magrat was wedged between the two older witches, her head in her hands.
'But Ella might get lost in the swamp!'
'Not with that cockerel leading the way. She'll be safer in Mrs Gogol's swamp than at the ball, I know that,' said Nanny.
' Thank youl'
'You're welcome,' said Granny.
'Everyone'll know I'm not her!'
'Not with the mask on they won't,' said Granny.
'But my hair's the wrong colour!''I can tint that up a treat, no problem,' said Nanny.
'I'm the wrong shapel'
'We can - ' Granny hesitated. 'Can you, you know, puff yourself out a bit more?'
'No!'
'Have you got a spare handkerchief, Gytha?'
'I reckon I could tear a bit off my petticoat, Esme.'
'Ouch!'
'There!'
'And these glass shoes don't fit!'
'They fit me fine,' said Nanny. 'I gave 'em a try.'
'Yes, but I've got smaller feet than you!'
'That's all right,' said Granny. 'You put on a couple of pairs of my socks and they'll fit real snug.'
Bereft of all further excuses, Magrat struck out in sheer desperation.
'But I don't know how to behave at balls!'
Granny Weatherwax had to admit that she didn't, either. She raised her eyebrows at Nanny.
'You used to go dancin' when you were young,' she "said.