a handsome head of hair. You'll hardly know me when you see me again. [She dips her head three times into the steaming cauldron, and then raises it proudly.] How's that? Pretty fine, eh?
- [Surely something has sprouted on the Witch's bald pate. The Queen looks carefully, and then bursts into a peel of laughter; and Fiddle, holding his sides, rolls on the ground in mirth.
The Witch. What are you laughing at? Feels very thick and curly. Stop that cackling!
The Queen. [Hardly able to speak.] Oh, my dear Hex! Ha, ha, ha! You have—ha, ha, ha!—a headful of pig-tails!
The Witch. Pig-tails? Nonsense! It's short and curly.
The Queen. Not pig-tails, Hexy. Your head is covered with little white, curly tails of pigs!
The Witch. Tails of pigs? Tails of pigs? [She feels the growth carefully.] By Hop-scotch,
