Please, mayn't I tell you to-morrow morning? All I can think of now is "good night."
Blick. [Softly.] Good night, Snow White!
Snow White. [Almost asleep.] Good night.
Flick. Good night, Snow White.
Snow White. Good—night.
Glick. Good night, Snow White.
Snow White. Good . . .
- [There is a silence.
Blick. [Whispering.] Brothers, she's asleep. But she'll stay, she'll stay!
All. [Whispering.] Hip-hip-hurrah!
Flick. I'm so happy I'm sad!
Glick. [Wiping away a tear with his long beard.] I'm so happy it's making me cry!
Snick. We're all so happy! [They all wipe their eyes with their beards.]
