Amy stood on the swing and grabbed the chains. Jean sat on the seat and held on to Amy’s legs. This way they could swing at the same time.

Jean was pumping hard to get the swing up in the air when both girls heard a sound from Amy’s bedroom window. They looked up. Someone was pushing up the screen.

Amy couldn’t believe her eyes. A small figure in a long blue dress and a pointed hat came flying out the window on a broom.

“It must be Beryl!” Jean whispered.

The little blue witch waved her hand at Amy and Jean. Then she tipped the broom handle back and flew high over the peach tree. The girls watched until she was only a blue speck in the sky. And then she was gone.

“What do you think happened, Amy?” Jean asked.

“I don’t know anything except that Wispy is gone,” Amy said.

Jean was afraid that Amy was going to cry. She changed the subject. “It’s hot, Amy. Let’s get into our bathing suits.”

When Amy’s mother came home she found them splashing under the garden hose.

“Where’s the broom, Amy?” Mrs. Perkins asked. “Your room needs sweeping.”

“Isn’t it in the laundry room?” Amy asked.

“No, there’s only that silly little blue one you play with,” her mother said. “Well, never mind. I’ll use that.”

Amy felt her heart jump. “Jean,” she said. “No wonder Wispy didn’t say goodbye. She’s still here!”

Jean was thinking. “We should have known,” she said slowly. “Beryl was riding a broom that flew with its bristles down.”

Amy laughed. “Mother always said our old broom was just what a witch would want. Beryl must have enchanted it somehow.”

Mrs. Perkins came out into the back yard. She was holding the little blue broom in one hand and Amy’s blue skirt in the other.

“It’s about time I bought a new broom,” she said. “Take your pet, Amy.” She handed Amy the broom. “Oh, and don’t expect to wear this skirt for a while. Look. The cleaner lost the button.”

Amy looked at the skirt. It was still in the plastic bag. Near where the button should have been, a raggedy little hole had been torn in the plastic.

“I think I’ll just have to sew a plain white button on it.” Mrs. Perkins took the skirt back into the house.

Amy stroked the little broom. Wispy rubbed against her shoulder.

“Now we know everything,” Amy said.

“What do you mean?” Jean asked.

Amy grinned. “Beryl found her magic charm.”