Practice Typing

When the old witch got up next morning, she called her daughter, and wanted to give her the apron, but she did not come. Then the witch cried. Where are you. Here, on the stairs, I am sweeping, answered the first drop of blood. The old woman went out, but saw no one on the stairs, and cried again. Where are you. Here in the kitchen, I am warming myself, cried the second drop of blood.