rassed.] Well—perhaps it is a little late for conversation. It's long past bedtime, isn't it?
Blick. Long past.
Snow White. There are six of you and—seven beds. aren't there?
Blick. [Hastily putting the cover on the barrel.] Yes, there are seven beds.
Snow White. Oh, before I go perhaps I ought to tidy the one I slept in. I didn't tumble it much. [She goes to the bed.] What are these things on it? [She starts back.] Oh! one's a frog. It's alive!
Glick. He was my frog. He's perfectly tame.
Snow White. What a funny thing to put on a bed.
Blick. [Edging toward her eagerly.] They were meant to be presents.
Snow White. Presents? Is it Christmas here?
