There was a long， dull story of a grown.up kind behind these words. All you need to know about it is that Uncle Andrew， what with “managing dear Letty‘s business matters for her”， and never doing any work， and running up largebills for brandy and cigars （which Aunt Letty had paid again and again） had made her a good deal poorer than she had been thirty years ago.
“My dear gel，” said Uncle Andrew， “you don’t understand. I shall have some quite unexpected expenses today. I have to do a little entertaining. Come now， don‘t be tiresome.”
“And who， pray， are you going to entertain， Andrew？” asked Aunt Letty.
“A.a most distinguished visitor has just arrived.”
“Distinguished fiddlestick！” said Aunt Letty. “There hasn’tbeen a ring at the hell for the last hour.”
At that moment the door was suddenly flung open. Aunt Letty looked round and saw with amazement that an enormous woman， splendidly dressed， with bare arms and flashing eyes， stood in the doorway. It was the Witch.
What Happened At The Front Door