Queen:
A little more perfume, Ackazárpses.
Ackazárpses:
I will tie the coloured bow more evenly.
Queen:
O they will never look at it. They will not know if it is orange or blue. I shall weep if they do not look at it. It is a pretty bow.
Ackazárpses:
Calm yourself, lady! They will be here soon.
Queen:
Indeed I think they are very close to me now, for I feel myself trembling.