What golden hair!
(The little boy returns to the others)
Harry Egerton.
(Advancing and shaking hands with the men and women, who file by him and pass out rear)
Next year, my friends, if everything goes well,
We'll have some homes to hang up on the tree
With big yards where the little ones can play.
But this is children's day.
(Last in the line comes a figure in the garb of a workman, but with the tender, bearded face of the Christ)
Harry Egerton.
(Looking at his brow)
Have you been hurt?
(The figure holds out both hands to him)