Paris Eiffel Tower

Paris Eiffel TowerPaul Klee ZitronenPaul Klee Villa R
turning the corner into the main square in a screeching two-boot drift that left a long white scratch across the stones.
She was just in time to see Esk come running through the gates, in tears.
"The magic just wouldn't work! I could feel it there but it just wouldn't come out!"
"Perhaps "Toffee."
"Can't abide toffee."
"Huh," said Esk, "I suppose you want me to get peppermint next time?"
"Don't you sarky me, young-fellow-me-lass. Nothing wrong with peppermint. Pass me that bowlyou were trying too hard," said Grannyaround and splashing never caught any fish, you have to bide quiet and let it happen natural." "And then everyone laughed at me! Someone even gave me a sweet!" "You got some profit out of the day, then," said Granny. "Granny!" said Esk accusingly. "Well, what did you expect?" she asked. "At least they only laughed at you. Laughter don't hurt. You walked up to chief wizard and showed off in front of everyone and only got laughed at? You're doing well, you are. Have you eaten the sweet?" Esk scowled. "Yes." "What kind was it?"