Second Girl. It is a good rule.
First Girl [calling slave back as he is leaving]. I have a wish for a gray steed. [Life bows.] Bring me a little page, too. With golden hair. And with a dimple.
[Life acquiesces, and starts to leave.]
First Girl [calling him back with a gesture]. Life! [An important afterthought.] With two dimples!
Second Girl. And an amber necklace! Bring me an amber necklace!
First Girl [tossing away the rose she has just plucked]. And a fresh rose.
[Life bows; turns to obey. The two are convulsed with mirth at the adventure and its success.]
First Girl. Life!
[Life halts.]
Second Girl. What are you going to do?