Chuchurumbo. You are out of your heads, and that is what everybody thinks and it is a public disgrace! Do you know what they say of me—and of you, too, for that matter—everywhere?
Count one! Count two!
Who had three daughters
And he didn't know what to do.
So, he dressed them all in red.
And he jugged them all in bed.
And out of the window on the head, head, head…"
Third Daughter. Who under the sun ever said that? You ought to have had him hanged!
Second Daughter. No, I should not have had anybody hanged for that. I like it! It amuses me.
Third Daughter. We never all three dressed alike.
Chuchurumbo. No, so as not to agree in anything.
Eldest Daughter. I had rather dress always in purple, which is the color which is royal, and is worn by bishops and great dignitaries, and by ladies who govern in their own houses well.
Second Daughter. I had rather dress in green, which is the color of the fields and of the sea, all hope and all cheer, and happiness for all. For one ought not to be thinking only of oneself and one's house.
Third Daughter. I had rather dress in white, which is the color of the snow, and which takes the color of all lights and all shadows and of all the sunbeams—whiter than the moon, more golden than the noonday, red like fire, blue like the deep water of the mountain lake, silver on the brimming borders of the rippling fountains…
