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 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 on with the new things, except poor, who is left writhing to reach a pin at the back of her neck.

. 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."]

. [Dancing out, waving black frock.] Here's her little black dress. What shall I do with it?

[Following.] Oh, put it anywhere!

But where is anywhere?

Here, stuff it under this cushion on the throne. [She does so.] They'll never find it