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 ::in cornering, and throws the mantle over her head. [.] Well don, Fiddle, well done! Trip her up and sit on her.
 * [ does so. The also sits down on the squirming, and humming happily to herself pours out a tablespoonful of the green mixture.

. Now, where is her mouth?

. [In a smothered voice.] I won't take it! I won't!

. Oh, there it is! Thank you, Brangomar. [She pours the dose through the cloth into the mouth, and as the  writhes she goes on.] I know it tastes bad, but nothing to make such a fuss about. [Suddenly she holds up a warning finger.] I feel her changing! Do you? [ nods.] Done! Up with her, off with the mantle, and let's see the result.
 * [ draws off the mantle. Lo! the  has been transformed into the