“You will do as you’re told and that’s the end of it!” Shouted Queen Pirouette at her daughter of the same name, la jeune princesse.
The younger Pirouette was so overcome with emotion that she covered her face with her hands. “Oh, mother!” She cried. “Have pity on me! I just can’t marry him! I’d rather be a nun. I really think I may have a vocation.” She sniffed back her tears.