The Gardener.
My homage to Your Majesties and to Your Royal Highness!
King, Queen and Princess.
We thank you kindly, Court Gardener!
[The Boy sets the ladder against the christening mug, and mounting this the Gardener waters the moss-rose bush in it. Instantly this shoots up several feet in height, broadening increasingly. All exclaim with admiration.]
The Gardener.
Ah, there’s nothing like it in the history of floriculture! And this the wee slip of a plant I was setting out the day our little Princess was born!
The Cook.
[Calling attention to the cake.] Sixteen, and one for luck!