Note 6 — The Witch in the Well
Reading edition
It was so remarkable and queer that Betty could not at first believe the evidence of her own eyes, and rubbed them to make sure she was not dreaming. But it was no dream, for the miserable little hut, which a few minutes before was cold as Greenland, was now as warm as a zam6 oven, and there was a soft glow all over it.