Queen.
Too light our touch to make them ope their eyes;
But here’s Jack Frost! He’ll give us counsel wise.
Jack Frost. [Entering briskly, and bowing to Queen.]
Good evening, Sister Snow! Well, what’s the news?
Queen.
Dear Jack, I need advice—now don’t refuse!
Little account of mortal ways I keep;
But is this just the way they ought to sleep?
[Points to children.]