The Queen and the Ladies.
Boots, indeed! Cold, cold!
The King.
There it goes again. Sounds like a kitten, or a little squealing pig!
[The Queen, Nurse and Ladies protest violently.]
The Chancellor.
Warm—in the temperate zone!
The King.
I have it. It’s a mechanical toy. One of those dolls from Paris that say “Papa, Mama,” when you pinch them!