as she turned onto the cross street , she said , `` you 're lucky . '' a giggle escaped my lips , and i covered my mouth . all the words-and air-had been sucked out of her body . everyone seemed to be looking forward to this but me . 'you do n't know anything about people , do you ? ' `` so who taught you , witch-child ? '' although so much else still did n't make sense . 'wo n't you tell us some more , or sing us one of the songs ? ' 