The hippogriff reflected. What could she do for him? Then he thought that perhaps she knew how to make good root-beer. So he said he would help her down if she would tell him how to make root-beer.
"Never!" she cried. "I am going to get the reward for that myself. Anything but that!"
"Nothing but that will suit me," said the hippogriff, "and if you don't choose to tell me, I'll leave you hanging there until the giants and the afrits come back, and then you will see what you will get."
This frightened the witch very much, and in a few moments she told the hippogriff that, if he would stretch up his long neck, she would whisper the secret in his ear. So he stretched up his neck, and she told him the secret.
As soon as he had heard it, he put the chair under her, and she got down, and ran home as fast as she could go.
She reached the cottage none too soon, for the wizard was finding it very hard to keep on engaging his visitors in conversation.
Filamina now rose to go, but the witch asked her to stay a little longer.
"I suppose you know all about your good father's business," said she, "now that you are carrying it on alone?"
"No," said Filamina, "I don't understand it very well; but I try to do the best that I can."
"What you ought to do," said the witch, "is to try to find one or two persons who understand the profession of magic, and have been, perhaps, carrying it on, in a small way, themselves. Then they could do all the necessary magical work, and you would be relieved of the trouble and worry."
"That would be very nice," said Filamina, "if I could find such persons."
