Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS AT THE AHWAHNEE

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your pardon?”
“A tater tate? Do you do it with your clothes on or what?”
“It means an intimate meeting, my good woman.”
“Is that all? Oh. Ta.”
Nanny Ogg elbowed her way back to the vibrating dwarf.
“You’re on,” she said.
“I thought we could have a little private dinner, just you and me,” said Casanunda. “In one of the taverns?”
Never, in a long have really thought that Granny Weatherwax was chaperon-ing her.
Compliments and flattery had also been very minor com-ponents in the machinery of Nanny Ogg’s courtships.
“Yes, all right,” she said.
“And now I shall circulate, so that people don’t talk and ruin your reputation,” said Casanunda, bowing and kissing history of romance, had Nanny Ogg ever been taken out for an intimate dinner. Her courtships had been more noted for their quantity than their quality.178LORQ6 ft(VO LftQf£6“OK,” was all she could think of to say.“Dodge your chaperone and meet me at six o’clock?”Nanny Ogg glanced at Granny Weatherwax, who was watching them disapprovingly from a distance.“She’s not my—“ she began.Then it dawned on her that Casanunda couldn’t possibly