Betty.  [With a little shiver.]

Mr. Jack Frost, we’ve often heard of you!

Dick.

You’re sharp—but still, we fellows like you, too,

When ice you give us, good and thick, for skating!

Jack.  [Laughing and bowing.]

I’m glad of that!

Queen.  But tell us, dears—we’re waiting—

Why have you strayed amid these lonely scenes?

Dick.  [Shyly.]