(Lucy and Mabel group themselves picturesquely.)
L.—But Peggy must not be here, Mother! Go away, Peggy, quick!
M.—Rush, child, rush! Don't let any one see you.
C.—May I not stay to see the silver shoe?
M.—You! Of course not! Why the very look of you would spoil all our chances. (Pushing her.) Quick! quick! they are just coming in.
(Bundles Peggy out of door l. just as the Herald comes in r. He blows trumpet.)
H.—His Royal Highness, Prince Charming.
(Enter Prince. Mother, Lucy, and Mabel curtsey.)
M.—Oh, your highness, this is too kind, pray sit down.
(She advances a chair. The other two curtsey, one on each side of him.)