I squeeze. Now! one, two three! There isn't room for all our fingers on one little hook! Here's the jacket!
- [And now they're all behind the throne helping Snow White on with the new things, except poor Christabel, who is left writhing to reach a pin at the back of her neck.
Christabel. I think you're just mean! I know it will prick! It did! Well, anyway, I know where it is now. [And with an enormous twist, she succeeds in unfastening her "watteau."]
Rosalys. [Dancing out, waving Snow White's black frock.] Here's her little black dress. What shall I do with it?
Astolaine. [Following.] Oh, put it anywhere!
Rosalys. But where is anywhere?
Astolaine. Here, stuff it under this cushion on the throne. [She does so.] They'll never find it
