Dick, aren’t you sure? I thought you always knew!
Oh, if we’re lost, whatever shall we do?
Dick. [With boyish impatience.]
Now, little goosie, don’t you dare to cry!
Wait here—I’m sure to find it, if I try.
[Walks about, searching.]
It’s somewhere near; I’ll find it in a hurry! [Aside.]
I mustn’t let poor little Betty worry!
[Betty standing facing R., wiping her eyes, but evidently trying to be brave. The Queen peeps at her from behind the Christmas tree, and she gives a startled cry.]
Betty.