Why all the things are made of snow—and ice!
I thought a fairy feast would be so nice!
Dick. [Summoning his politeness.]
Your Majesty, we thank you; but we find
Your food is such a very different kind
That I’m afraid we can’t—
Queen. [Perplexed.] Now, that’s a pity!
Jack. [Offering icicles.]
Fresh icicles? Just see, how crisp and pretty!
A Holly Elf. [Holding out branch.]