OK, I think
it's done. I think it looks nice, if I do say so myself. I think she'll like it. She could use a mirror for combing out those long, black silken tresses . . . why do I have such a thing for long black hair? So . . . now to . . . lug . . . it over to Primula's door. Whew! There.
*knocks*
Primula? It's Melba.
*stands in the hallway and waits*