you! And on Sundays, now, you will go driving
in a painted coach, and your dress sewed with gold
and with pearls, and the poor of the world envying
you on the road.

_Queen: (Claps hands.)_ There is no one but
must envy her, and all that is before her for her
lifetime!

_First Aunt_: Here is the golden arm-ring the
Prince brought for to slip over your hand.

_Second Aunt_: It was put on all our generations of
queens at the time of the making of their match.

_Princess: (Drawing back her hand.)_ Mine is
not made yet.

_First Aunt_: Didn't you hear me saying, and
the Prince saying, there is nothing could be laid
down against it.

_Princess_: There is one thing against it.

_Queen_: Oh, there can be nothing worth while!

_Princess_: A thing you would think a great
drawback and all your kindred would think it.

_Queen: (Rapidly.)_ There is nothing, but maybe