"Look at the three of you," she said. "Bursting with inefficient good intentions. The maiden, the mother and the crone."
"Who are you calling a maiden?" said Nanny Ogg.
"Who are you calling a mother?" said Magrat.
Granny Weatherwax glowered briefly like the person who has discovered that there is only one straw left and everyone else has drawn a long one.
"Who are you calling a maiden?" said Nanny Ogg.
"Who are you calling a mother?" said Magrat.
Granny Weatherwax glowered briefly like the person who has discovered that there is only one straw left and everyone else has drawn a long one.
