L. and M.—The Princess of the Silver Mountain!
G.—The same, whom you left sitting in the ashes, but who went to the ball after all—
P.—And was the most beautiful princess there.
(Bows and kisses her hand.)
M.—I wish, my darlings, I had chosen a fairy for your godmother, instead of those silly aunts of yours.
L.—I must say, it is very hard on us that a chit like that should have the best of everything.
G.—Come, if you say one word more, I will repeat my spell backwards over you, and then all your clothes will change to rags.
M.—Come, then, my pretty poppets, come away with me, you are not appreciated here as you deserve.
L.—No, we are not admired as we ought to be.
P.—Pray, madam, do not let us turn you out, as we are going ourselves. Come, my princess.