Astolaine. [Struck with an idea.] Wait! The Queen won't be here when we dance for the Prince?
Rosalys. No. Why?
Astolaine. Then why can't the Princess dance in my place? She could wear my veil over her face, and I'd say afterward that I had—oh, measles or something else spotty.
Christabel. [In delight.] Oh, Astolaine! [She runs to hug her for the suggestion.]
Snow White. Oh dear! I wish it were possible,—but my frock!
Rosalys. Why can't we all lend her something?
Christabel. Why not? We have on heaps more than we need.
Rosalys. She could have my over-skirt. [She pulls it up to show an under-skirt almost as elaborate.]
Christabel. And my "watteau."
