“Yes, I do want to,” Judy replied gratefully. “I can’t stand this waiting.”
“You poor dear!” Irene sympathized. “We hoped you would get a little more sleep. Dale!” she called to her husband. “Judy wants us to drive in.”
“I rather thought she would.”
He appeared all dressed and ready. Irene had not undressed. Little Judy was carried to the car, blankets and all. She stirred once, said, “Go way, witch!” in a sleepy voice and then cuddled down to sleep again.
“That witch did scare her,” Irene began in a worried tone.
“Of course she did. She was meant to,” Dale broke in with a reassuring grin. “I wish you could have seen little Judy’s eyes when you came in with your magic wand to chase the witch away. It was symbolic of hope chasing away fear, and beautifully done, my dear. I was very proud of you. Sleeping Beauty herself was something of a disappointment.”
“She was?”
“Oh, I don’t mean she wasn’t beautiful and all that. Francine Dow is a girl of many faces. She did manage to look young and frightened if that was the effect she was trying to achieve. You could hardly see her face for that golden wig.”
“Was it a wig?” asked Judy. “I thought it was the natural color of her hair. I’m afraid I still don’t know whether it’s black, brown or golden.”
Irene laughed. “Very few actresses can keep the natural color of their hair. They’re the real changelings. They change their hair and even their faces to suit the various parts they have to play.”