Autumn. Indeed, we shall be glad to serve the court. Besides, of all the world, we love a baby best.
[Winter enters from the back, and remains in background, unseen by rest. She is plainly in a rage.]
Spring. Come, then, let’s write our answer to Their Majesties, and we must consider well our gifts.
[As they turn, they see Fairy Winter, and step to right of center.]
Winter. [Coming forward, to Page.] How, now, did Their Majesties send me no invitation?
Page. [Shivering as though cold.] No, Madam, not by me.
Winter. Then they will regret it.
[Three Fairies come forward anxiously.]
Spring. [Pleadingly.] Oh, Cousin, you will not cause any trouble. Surely the King and Queen did but forget. They have so much upon their minds at present.
Winter. [Violently enraged.] I like not to be forgotten. Their Majesties must be taught a lesson. Ne’er shall they forget that they’ve forgotten me.