Old witch she fell in a ditch found a penny and thought she was rich
It's ok you tried everthing you could.
I forgive you.
Then I lost my head entirely, mad with the power of inciting rage, and ran out the bushes in the storm of pebbles straight towards Miss Lotie chanting madly, " Old witch she fell in a ditch found a penny and thought she was rich!" The Children screamed with delight, dropped their pebbles, and joined the crazy dance, swarming around Miss Lotie like bees chanting, " Old lady witch!" while she screamed curses at us.
Suddenly my father sobbed, loudly and painfully, and cried helplessly and hopelessly in the dark night. I had never heard a man cry before. I did not know men ever cried. I covered my ears with my hands but could not cut off the sound of my father’s harsh, painful, despairing sobs. My father was a strong man who could whisk a child upon his shoulders and go singing through the house. My father taught us how to fish and hunt rabbits. How could it be that my father was crying?
“M-miss Lottie!” I scrambled to my feet and just stood there and stared at her, and that was the moment when childhood faded and womanhood began. That violent, crazy act was the last act of child hood. For as I gazed at the immobile face with the sad, weary eyes, I gazed upon a kind of reality which is hidden to childhood. The witch was no longer a witch but only a broken old woman who had dared to create beauty in the midst of ugliness and sterility.