Ron

I found this snapshot on eBay.

Witch Ron is looking rather pleased with himself, wouldn’t you say? Do you suppose he made his pointed hat? I wonder if his frock was pinched from the church sacristy. I would almost have guessed Ron was a wizard—I don’t see a broom. But then I don’t see a wand either, and there’s that long, lank, black witch hair to take into account. Somebody seems to have approved of the get-up, to have taken the picture. Dad? Was Dad the reverend?

If Ron went trick-or-treating, I hope he got lots of candy. And if there was a party and a costume contest, I hope he got a prize.

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