JONATHAN
Well, I'll try.
[He is quite miserable with stage-fright.
Susan sits at the piano and plays a chord. Then Jonathan begins to sing with much fear in his voice.
JONATHAN (singing)
All on a summer's day,
With flowers by the way,
A fair young prince and his purple knight
Found a princess at her play.
So by the crescent moon
He asked a royal boon
And sat him down on a soft green knoll—
And the night-time came too soon.
MLLE. PERRAULT
Oh, that is just like a little French peasant song! How does it go? La—la—la—la—la—la.
[Susan begins to play it again.
Jonathan sings more surely than before.