Uncle Edward.. Now, your last bit ... the bit the journalist wrote in your album.
Alice.. Oh, yes, if you please, you're to be sure and remember that:--
In the noise and haste and bustle
Fairies on the lamplit pavements;
Gods in gorse and heath and heather;
Fauns behind the hedges playing;
Pan about in any weather.
Children hear them, see them, know them;
See the things the fairies show them,
Harlequin in magic poses;
Columbine among the roses;
Pantaloon in slippered ease is
Laughing at Clown's ancient wheezes
In the Summer, in the Spring,
In the sunshine, in the rain,
Summon them and hear them cry--
"Here we are again."
That's all, isn't it, Uncle?/
Uncle Edward.. Yes, that's all.
Alice.. Good night.
[And so, the Harlequinade being over, we go home. A little later Alice and Uncle Edward and the actors, all rather tired and ready for supper, start home, too.