Astolaine. If I were a princess I'd do what I chose, and if the Queen didn't like it I'd . . .
Maids of Honour. [Apprehensively.] Astolaine! Hush!
Astolaine. I'm tired of hushing.
Snow White. She's right! I am a king's daughter after all; and if I am always meek and do just what I'm told I'll stay in that hateful kitchen all my life. Oh! wouldn't I like to march right in before everybody and say, "Prince Florimond, I'm your cousin Snow White. I apologise for my frock, but it's all I have; and I can't let you kiss my hand because it's all covered with flour. But I did want to see you again, after riding with you in a baby-carriage when you were two and I was a half—and I have! Good-bye!" And then I'd march back to my kitchen.
Maids of Honour. Oh, please, please don't, dear Princess!
Rosalys. The Queen would be so angry she might even . . .
