Meg decided to go in the kitchen and make some hot coco when
“Why didn’t you come up to the attic?”
Hi I've been waiting for you
Too windy up in that attic of yours,”
“Go back to sleep,” Meg said. “Just be glad you’re a kitten and not a monster like me.” She looked at herself in the wardrobe mirror and made a horrible face, baring a mouthful of teeth covered with braces.
“Mrs—uh—Whatsit—says she lost her way. “Would you care for some hot chocolate, Mrs Whatsit?”
She left her little room and made her way through the shadows of the main attic,
Mrs. Whatsit came
Mrs. Whatsit? what are you doing here? and this time of night
now you don't be worried honey.
“Charmed, I’m sure,”
In the kitchen a light was already on, and Charles Wallace was sitting at the table drinking milk and eating bread and jam. He looked very small and vulnerable sitting there alone in the big old fashioned kitchen, a blond little boy in faded blue Dr. Dentons, his feet swinging a good six inches above the floor. “Hi,” he said cheerfully. “I’ve been waiting for you.
Mrs. Whatsit sat down and talked with them
“The tesseract—”“What did she mean? How could she have known?”
“that there is”—shove—“such a thing”—shove—“as a tesseract
Mother what's the matter what did she say
“I don’t want him to grow up to be dumb like me,”
“Oh, my darling, you’re not dumb,” “You’re like Charles Wallace.
Your development has to go at its own pace.
“that there is”—shove—“such a thing”—shove—“as a tesseract.” Her foot went down into the boot, and grabbing shawls, scarves, and hat, she hustled out the door. Mrs. Murry stayed very still, making no move to help the old woman. As the door opened, Fortinbras streaked in, panting, wet and shiny as a seal. He looked at Mrs. Murry and whined