All.
Once upon a time—
Moss-Rose.
[Starts up.] Wait! Hush! Oh, listen! Listen! [All show alarm at her manner.]
The Queen.
Moss-Rose—my child—what is it!
Moss-Rose.
[As if drawn slowly nearer the enchanted mug.] Oh, wonderful! So soft—but always growing louder, coming nearer—like the turning of a wheel! [All exclaim, in alarm.] Oh, it sounds like—Oh, it is that forbidden word beginning with s-p!
[Again All cry out in wildest alarm. Moss-Rose, however, begins to dance, and grow excited. Meanwhile the sound of the Wheel is heard whirring, and a faint voice croons the Spin-Wheel’s Song.]