and just now something happened, and it got joggled out.
The Witch. Glad of it. Always was sorry for you. Who's this nice boy? Oh, Prince Florimond of course. I can guess why you're here. Well, is the betrothal all arranged? [Snow White hangs her head, and the Prince blushes furiously.] Embarrassed, eh? Well, I don't know of any better use for bold old people than to help shy young people. Where's the ring, young man? Oh, come! I'll wager you've been carrying it about for a year. [Shyly Prince Florimond produces the ring.] Your hand, Snow White!
Snow White. Please, do you think I ought to—yet? You see I didn't get to school to be prepared and . . .
The Witch. You're just a dear sweet little girl, and that's good enough for any man, prince or pauper. Put it on, Florimond. [The Prince does so.] Now, young man, lead her to the throne
