age.â
âHow right you are,â Mrs. Murry said. âJust give yourself time, Meg.â
âLettuce on your sandwich, Mother?â Charles Wallace asked.
âNo, thanks.â
He cut the sandwich into sections, put it on a plate, and set it in front of his mother. âYoursâll be along in just a minute, Meg. I think Iâll talk to Mrs Whatsit about you.â
âWhoâs Mrs Whatsit?â Meg asked.
âI think I want to be exclusive about her for a while,â Charles Wallace said. âOnion salt?â
âYes, please.â
âWhatâs Mrs Whatsit stand for?â Mrs. Murry asked.
âThatâs her name,â Charles Wallace answered. âYou know the old shingled house back in the woods that the kids wonât go near because they say itâs haunted? Thatâs where they live.â
âThey?â
âMrs Whatsit and her two friends. I was out with Fortinbras a couple of days agoâyou and the twins were at school, Meg. We like to walk in the woods, and suddenly he took off after a squirrel and I took off after him and we ended up by the haunted house, so I met them by accident, as you might say.â
âBut nobody lives there,â Meg said.
âMrs Whatsit and her friends do. Theyâre very enjoyable.â
âWhy didnât you tell me about it before?â Mrs. Murry asked. âAnd you know youâre not supposed to go off our property without permission, Charles.â
âI know,â Charles said. âThatâs one reason I didnât tell you. I just rushed off after Fortinbras without thinking. And then I decided, well, Iâd better save them for an emergency, anyhow.â
A fresh gust of wind took the house and shook it, and suddenly the rain began to lash against the windows.
âI donât think I like this wind,â Meg said nervously.
âWeâll lose some shingles off the roof, thatâs certain,â Mrs. Murry said. âBut this house has stood for almost two hundred years and I think it will last a little longer, Meg. Thereâs been many a high wind up on this hill.â
âBut this is a hurricane!â Meg wailed. âThe radio kept saying it was a hurricane!â
âItâs October,â Mrs. Murry told her. âThereâve been storms in October before.â
As Charles Wallace gave Meg her sandwich Fortinbras came out from under the table. He gave a long, low growl, and they could see the dark fur slowly rising on his back. Meg felt her own skin prickle.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asked anxiously.
Fortinbras stared at the door that opened into Mrs. Murryâs laboratory, which was in the old stone dairy right off the kitchen. Beyond the lab a pantry led outdoors, though Mrs. Murry had done her best to train the family to come into the house through the garage door or the front door and not through her lab. But it was the lab door and not the garage door toward which Fortinbras was growling.
âYou didnât leave any nasty-smelling chemicals cooking over a Bunsen burner, did you, Mother?â Charles Wallace asked.
Mrs. Murray stood up. âNo. But I think Iâd better go see whatâs upsetting Fort, anyhow.â
âItâs the tramp, Iâm sure itâs the tramp,â Meg said nervously.
âWhat tramp?â Charles Wallace asked. from among turned-up coat collar, stole, scarves, and hat, a voice like an unoiled gate, but somehow not unpleasant.
âMrsâuhâWhatsitâsays she lost her way,â Mrs. Murry said. âWould you care for some hot chocolate, Mrs Whatsit?â
âCharmed, Iâm sure,â Mrs Whatsit answered, taking off the hat and the stole. âIt isnât so much that I lost my way as that I got blown off course. And when I realized that I was at little Charles Wallaceâs house I thought Iâd just come in and rest a bit before proceeding on my