The Nurse.
Madam, it’s by pretending that truth is a fairy-story we make children know it’s true!
The Queen.
Nurse, you’re a darling, but so old-fashioned! Fairy-stories don’t happen nowadays, do they, Sir Amphibious?
The Frog.
My old grandmother, Mother Goose, believes in them! But then, she’s a Mother Goose!
The Gardener.
Fairy-stories happen in the greenhouse, and miracles in the garden all the time! I help ’em along! Why, look at that bonny moss-rose bush! Sixteen years from to-day it was but a wee slip, as tiny in its way as the Princess in hers!
The King.
But, my dear fellow, that’s only nature, and we are talking about life and death, which are social functions, eh, my Lord High Chancellor?