Her mum said, “You can go… if you sweep the house first!”
So Elowen grabbed a twig broom and began sweeping the floor of the little stone cottage. As she cleaned, she twirled around and sang to herself.
Granny was sitting in the kitchen. Her needles went click-click-click as she knitted woollen yarn into a jumper for Elowen's father.
“Where are you going this evening, dearie?” she asked.
“There's a party in St Neot!” Elowen said excitedly. “I'll wear my best dress!”
Granny nodded. “Make sure you're home before midnight. Remember what happened to Anne, who stayed out too late!” Granny recited a little poem in a sing-song voice.
“Jack-the-lantern, Joan-the-wad, That tickled the maid and made her mad, Light me home, the weather's bad.” Elowen sighed. Granny knew stories…