She rented a neat little cottage just at the north gateway of the city of Nole, and by the next morning there was a sign over the doorway which announced: MISS TRUST’S ACADEMY OF WITCHERY FOR YOUNG LADIES. Then Zixi had printed on green paper a lot of handbills which read as follows: Miss Trust, A pupil of the celebrated Professor Hatrack of Hooktown-on-the-Creek, is now located at Woodbine Villa (North Gateway of Nole), and is prepared to teach the young ladies of this city the _Arts of Witchcraft_ according to the most modern and approved methods. Terms moderate. References required. These handbills she hired a little boy to carry to all the aristocratic houses in Nole, and to leave one on each door-step. Several were left on the different door-steps of the palace, and one of these came to the notice of Princess Fluff. “How funny!” she exclaimed on reading it. “I’ll go, and take all my eight maids with me. It will be no end of fun to learn to be a witch.” Many other people in Nole applied for instruction in “Miss Trust’s Academy,” but Zixi told them all she had no vacancies. When, however, Fluff and her maids arrived, she welcomed them with the utmost cordiality, and consented to give them their first lesson at once. When she had seated them in her parlor, Zixi said: “If you wish to be a witch, You must speak an incantation: You must with deliberation Say: ‘The when of why is which!’” “What does that mean?” asked Fluff. “No one knows,” answered Zixi; “and therefore it is a fine incantation. Now, all the class will please repeat after me the following words: “Erig-a-ma-role, erig-a-ma-ree; Jig-ger-nut, jog-ger-nit, que-jig-ger-ee. Sim-mer-kin, sam-mer-kin, sem-mer-ga-roo; Zil-li-pop, zel-li-pop, lol-li-pop-loo!” They tried to do this, but their tongues stumbled constantly over the syllables, and one of the maids began to laugh. “Stop laughing, please!” cried Zixi, rapping her ruler on the table. “This is no laughing matter, I assure you, young ladies. The science of witchcraft is a solemn and serious study, and I cannot teach it you unless you behave.” “But what’s it all about?” asked Fluff. “I’ll explain what it’s about to-morrow,” said Zixi, with dignity. “Now, here are two important incantations which you must learn by heart before you come to to-morrow’s lesson. If you can speak them correctly and rapidly, and above all very distinctly, I will then allow you to perform a wonderful witchery.” She handed them each a slip of paper on which were written the incantations, as follows: Incantation No. 1. (To be spoken only in the presence of a black cat.) This is that, and that is this; Bliss is blest, and blest is bliss. Who is that, and what is who; Shed is shod, and shud is shoe!