Little Girl. How do you look?
Spirit of Cotton. My leaves are green like the maple. I have lovely blossoms. They are white the first day and pink the next.
Little Girl. I thought you said that you were a cotton plant.
Spirit of Cotton. So I did. My blossoms fall off, and then—
Heigh ho! Ho heigh!
There am I,
A nice bunch of cotton.
Little Girl. Is that all?
Spirit of Cotton. No, I have some friends who will tell you more about my life. (Goes out and returns leading a little girl by the hand.) This is my friend from India. (Goes out again.)
Little Girl. How did you get here?
Maiden from India. I heard the Spirit of Cotton calling and I obeyed.
Little Girl (pointing to a map of Asia which is pinned on Maiden from India). Is this your country?