“Don’t cry,” they said both together; and Elfrida added, “Who’s overlooked what?”
“Old Betty Lovell has—that I’ll be bound! She’s bewitched you both, sure as eggs is eggs. I knew there’d be some sort of a to-do when my lord had her put in the stocks for stealing sticks in the wood. We’ve got to get her to take it off, my dears, that’s what we’ve got to do, for sure; without you could find a white Mouldiwarp, and that’s not likely.”
“A white Mouldiwarp?” said both the children, and again they spoke together like a chorus and looked at each other like conspirators.
“You know the rhyme—oh! but if you’ve forgotten everything you’ve forgotten that too.”
“Say it, won’t you?” said Edred.
“Let’s see, how do it go?—
“White Mouldiwarp a spell can make,
White Mouldiwarp a spell can break;
When all be well, let Mouldiwarp be,
When all goes ill, then turn to he.”