“I show you how is,” she reciprocate. So she lay down following tools on floor where I could see:
12 bundles wallpaper of blue complexions tattooed with beauty resembling cauliflowers flirting with grapes.
1 complete bucket filled with undigested dough to make it stick by.
Confused rags to pat with.
1 ironing board to stick paper on top of.
1 ladder to lift paper on when hanging him.
1 shears for cut up paper by.
“Firstly,” correspond Hon. Mrs with shears, “you must take Hon. Paper thusly and manicure edges.”
She make cut-up with shears for show how.
“Nextly you must measure wall with very careful tailorship, so Hon. Paper will fit neatly like a coat.”
I observe her did it.
“Nextly make chop off to Hon. Paper at place where he fits. Then lay him on ironing-board and lather his back completely with dough from Hon. Bucket.”
By brush she do so.
“Next Hon. Paper are ready to be lynched. Raise him tenderly by both ears while climbing ladder and spread him on wall with smoothness resembling butter. If he refuse to lay still, pat him lovingly with rags.”
She teach me that science while I stand gast to observe her skilful thumbs.