“Winifred Sanderson: Twist the bones and bend the back.
Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca.
Winifred Sanderson: Trim him of his baby fat.
Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca.
Winifred Sanderson: Give him fur black as black, just…
Mary Sanderson: Like…
Sarah: This!”
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