But have you forgotten what day it is?
The King.
Surely not Sunday again! Now it isn’t sporty of Sunday to come round more than once a week! It’s taking advantage of its exalted standing and the respect we owe it!
The Queen.
[Laughing.] Will you never grow up? And our daughter sixteen years old to-day!
The King.
Bless my soul, I had forgotten!
Moss-Rose.
[Enters singing happily.] Good-morning, father!
The King.