“(excitedly) I heard the queerest tale in the kitchens just now.  I can scarcely credit it myself, but it seems to utterly fantastic, it must be true! Merdin – yes, the great wizard himself – has come down from the mountains!”

“(softly, consoling a student who’s been bullied) There, there now, my dear. There’s no need to cry.  Everything will come out all right in the end.  It always does.  You’ll see.  (now angry) All the same, if I had the lad in front of me now, I’d box his ears, I would! Treating a lady so.  He should have better manners!”

“(making an elaborate cake, while tipsy) Two cups of flour and – No, no! Ah ha! Let’s double it.  Then it will be twice as good. (giggles) Four cups of flour and sixteen cups of baking powder. How marvelous!  Stirring, stirring.  (humming, then licks spoon) Ugh! How putrid!  (gagging) Wait a moment.  Ha!  I see.  It was six teaspoons of baking powder. (giggles)  Silly me.  Oh, well. I’ll just cut the batter in half then and it will be right as rain. I’m sure that no one will notice.”