I rather like it. Is it fear? No question!
I’m not afraid! Perhaps it’s indigestion?
I’ll take another peep.
(Goes to Prince on tip_toe, and comes away rapidly, clapping her hands.)
He’s charming, really!
If I could take him home I’d like to dearly.
How nice he’d be to play with! Shall I try?
He’s fast asleep! I’m sure he wouldn’t die.
(Tries to raise him. He groans.)
His clothes are wet, perhaps he’s shipwrecked, too.