White Fairy (Low and rather sadly) Thy lips are silent now forever. Now thou must sleep—sleep witch, no longer witch.
(White Fairy continues to wave wand slowly. Black Witch nods head drowsily, wilts into sleep and falls to ground.)
White Fairy Thou hast fallen. A deeper sleep is thine than fell upon the Imps of Blackness. Sleep forever—wake no more!
(Black Witch exhales one last breath. Dies.)
White Fairy (solemnly) Thine is a sleep eternal. Thou art dead.
(White Fairy gives one last pitiful look at dead Witch, then turns away smiling.)
White Fairy (calling) Come Mirth and Jollity! Come, children, come.
(Mirth and Jollity and children, come tripping in with exclamations of childish delight, etc., until they spy the dead Witch; then their cries are hushed, their tripping ceases and they move furtively on tip-toe over to White Fairy glancing at her for explanations.)
White Fairy Black Witch is dead. Her power is gone, and Hallowe’en shall always be a hallowed evening—holy night! redeemed from evil by the power of light. Let men rejoice and women sing. Let children play and dance. This night, henceforth, is sacred to the joys of children.
(Children clap hands in applause.)