King in centre, with Princess on one hand, Knight on other.

He places her hand in the Knight's, who kneels to receive it.

Ogre and Witch, still making horrible faces, are slightly in background, bound.

Fairies form an outer semicircle._ _King._ And now, brave Knight, requited stand! Here is the Princess Winsome's hand.
To-morrow thou shalt wedded be, And half my kingdom is for thee! _Fairy Chorus._ Love's golden cord has bound The strongest Ogre's arm, And the spell of the blackest Witch Has yielded to its charm.
The Princess Winsome plights Her troth to the Knight to-day, So fairies, one and all, We need no longer stay.
The golden thread is spun, The Knight has won his bride, And now our task is done, We may no longer bide.
On rainbow bubbles bright, We fairies float away.
_The wrong is now set right And Love has found the way!_ [_Curtain._ As Betty finished reading, there was a babel of voices and a clapping of hands that made her face grow redder and redder.

They were all trying to congratulate her at once, and she was so confused that she wished she could run away and hide.