Judy and her friends sat in rapt attention as did the entire audience. The siren outside could still be heard wailing above the music, but nobody paid much attention to it. Irene, leading her train of fairies, drove the witch into the wings and returned to where the princess had fallen.
“She only sleeps. She is not dead.
We’ll take her to her royal bed,”
the fairies sang softly. Making cradles of their arms, they lifted the sleeping princess and carried her to another set where she was placed in a canopied bed to sleep for a hundred years.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Judy whispered. “She looks—”
“Watch!” Pauline interrupted as the cameras turned quickly on another set showing the kitchen of the castle. Here the cook fell asleep just as she was raising her hand to box the ears of the kitchen boy. In still another room the king and queen fell asleep on their thrones. Finally the audience was given a glimpse of the castle itself. It was only a background painting pulled down to hide the various sets, but it looked real enough on the television screen. Irene, standing in front of it, waved her wand and began to chant:
“Arise, oh misty vapors, rise
To hide from all beneath the skies
The place where Sleeping Beauty lies.”
“Look!” whispered Judy. “Now I know why everything is so misty. Steam is being blown from a big black kettle over there to the right.”