And so, ladies and gentlemen, for the sake of justice and also, I dare to hope, for your approval, I have taken my puppets down from their dusty shelves.  I have polished their faces, brushed their clothes, and strung them on wires, so that they may enact for you this history.

(He parts the curtains, revealing two PASTRY COOKS in flaring white caps and spotless aprons leaning over in stiff profile, their wooden spoons, three feet long, pointing rigidly to the ceiling.  They are in one of the kitchens of POMPDEBILE THE EIGHTH, KING OF HEARTS. It is a pleasant kitchen, with a row of little dormer windows and a huge stove, adorned with the crest of POMPDEBILE—­a heart rampant, on a gold shield.)

THE MANAGER.  You see here, ladies and gentlemen, two pastry cooks belonging to the royal household of Pompdebile the Eighth—­Blue Hose and Yellow Hose, by name.  At a signal from me they will spring to action, and as they have been made with astonishing cleverness, they will bear every semblance of life.  Happily, however, you need have no fear that, should they please you, the exulting wine of your appreciation may go to their heads—­their heads being but things of wire and wood; and happily, too, as they are but wood and wire, they will be spared the shame and humiliation that would otherwise be theirs should they fail to meet with your approval.

The play, most honored ladies and gentlemen, will now begin.

(He claps his hands.  Instantly the two PASTRY COOKS come to life. THE MANAGER bows himself off the stage.)

BLUE HOSE.  Is everything ready for this great event?

YELLOW HOSE.  Everything.  The fire blazing in the stove, the Pages, dressed in their best, waiting in the pantry with their various jars full of the finest butter, the sweetest sugar, the hottest pepper, the richest milk, the—­

BLUE HOSE.  Yes, yes, no doubt. (Thoughtfully) It is a great responsibility, this that they have put on our shoulders.

YELLOW HOSE.  Ah, yes.  I have never felt more important.

BLUE HOSE.  Nor I more uncomfortable.

YELLOW HOSE.  Even on the day, or rather the night, when I awoke and found myself famous—­I refer to the time when I laid before an astonished world my creation, “Humming birds’ hearts souffle, au vin blanc”—­I did not feel more important.  It is a pleasing sensation!

BLUE HOSE.  I like it not at all.  It makes me dizzy, this eminence on which they have placed us.  The Lady Violetta is slim and fair.  She does not, in my opinion, look like the kind of person who is capable of making good pastry.  I have discovered through long experience that it is the heaviest women who make the lightest pastry, and vice versa. Well, then, suppose that she does not pass this examination—­suppose that her pastry is lumpy, white like the skin of a boiled fowl.

YELLOW HOSE.  Then, according to the law of the Kingdom of Hearts, we must condemn it, and the Lady Violetta cannot become the bride of Pompdebile.  Back to her native land she will be sent, riding a mule.