Mrs. Sparrow. Oh, yes, of course!
Mr. Sparrow. I see a worm now. You stay right here and I’ll get him for you. [He flies down and carries away the worm.]
Violet. That’s good. Worms are such dreadful creatures; always wriggling about one’s feet. I wonder what they are good for. Dear me, there’s Miss Crocus. Good morning! Did you have a good sleep?
Crocus. Yes, indeed. But I can’t unroll my petals far enough, I just want to stretch and stretch.
Violet. But it’s good to be back in the sunshine again.
[Two children enter the woods.]
First child. Oh, just see what I’ve found, a violet—a real one—and it’s a white one, too. Won’t Mary be glad.
Second Child. Oh, oh, can’t you find another?
First Child. No, there is just this one. I am going to take it up by the roots. Then it won’t wither.
[Child digs up violet and puts it in her basket with the other flowers.]