one by one they gets up beneath the sky and tells of milk gone sour and horses gone lame , and finally mistress jemima gets up , the fattest , pinkest , best-scrubbed of them all , and tells how as solomon porritt now cuts her dead and instead hangs around the washhouse like a wasp about a honeypot , and it 's all my magic , says she , that made him so and the poor young man must be bespelled .