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WITCHES' LOAVES 
One day the man came as usual, and asked for his stale loaves. While Miss Martha was getting them, there was a great noise in the street and the man hurried to the door to look. Suddenly Miss Martha Lad a bright idea.
On the shelf behind the counter was some fresh butter. With a bread knife Miss Martha made a deep cut in each of the stale leaves put a big piece of butter there, and pressed  the loaves together again.
the man turned to her, she was putting the loaves into a paper bag.
When he had gone, after a very pleasant little talk, Miss Martha smiled  to herself, and her heart beat  very fast.
For a long time that day she could not think of anything else. She imagined his face when he would discover her little secret. He would stop painting and lay down his brushes. There would stand his picture in which the perspective was perfect. He would prepare for his meal of stale bread and water. He would take a loaf-ah!
Miss Martha blushed. Would ho think of the hand that had put it there as ho ate Would he -
The front bell rang loudly. Somebody was coming in, making very much noise.
Miss Martha hurried into the shop. Two men were there. One was a young man smoking a pipe-a man she had never seen before. The other man was her artist.
His face was very red, his hat was on the back of his head, his hair was falling all over his face. He shook his two fists angrily  at Miss Martha. At Miss Martha! Fool! he shouted very loudly. The young man tried to draw him away.
I shall not go, he said angrily, before I told her. He beat his fists on Miss Marthas counter. You have spoilt my work, he cried, I will tell you. You are a stupid old cat!
Miss Martha stood back against the shelves and laid one hand on her heart. The young man took his companion by the arm. Come on, lie said, you have said enough. He drew the angry man out into the street, and then came back. I think I must tell you, ma’am, he said, why he is so angry. That is Blumberger. He is a draughtsman.I work in the same office with him.
He worked very hard for three months drawing a plan for a new City Hall. It was a prize competition. He finished it yesterday. You know, a draughtsman always makes his drawing in pencil first. When it is finished he rubs  out the pencil lines with stale bread. That is hotter than indiarubber.
Blumberger always bought the bread here. Well, today-well, you know, ma’am, that butter isn’t-well, Blumberger’s plan isn’t good for anything now.
Miss Martha went into the bock room. She took off the blue silk blouse and put on the old brown one she had worn before, then she poured the mixture for her face out of the window.