“No use for you to raise the least objection,
Dick Whittington is under my protection,”
declared the Fairy Queen, waving her wand to the accompaniment of a white spot-light.
“In vain you seek to make my plans miscarry,
For Dick his master’s daughter shall not marry,”
declared the Demon King Rat, waving his sceptre to the accompaniment of a red spot-light.
“That man’s bad,” Letizia announced gravely.
If the traditional scene of alternate defiance of each other by the powers of Good and Evil had lasted much longer, she might have made an attempt to reach the stage and fight at her mother’s side; but the Demon King Rat vanished down a trap and the Fairy Queen hurried off Left to make way for Cheapside.
“Why has faver got a red nose?” Letizia inquired, when Bram entered made up for Idle Jack. “I don’t like him to have a red nose. My lamb what Santy Claus gave me doesn’t like him to have a red nose.”
Whereupon Letizia climbed up on the seat of the stall once more and turned her back on the stage in disgust.