(The first stoops down and looks up into Selma's face. The others whisper together. From the thicket below, two other fairies enter.)
Fourth Fairy—(Stopping.) Hark, how it tinkles!
Fifth Fairy—It's the dew falling. (They hurry up the slope.)
First Fairy—(Rising quickly.) Her eyes are wet!
Second and Third—(To fourth and fifth.) Her eyes are wet!
Fourth Fairy— Sister,
Anemones are opening in the wind.
Fifth Fairy—And every pink is jeweled in the fells.
First Fairy—And here are buttercups.
Third Fairy— And violets.
Second Fairy— (Stooping.)
See, sister, here I bring the first frilled fern.
I found it where the dashing water-fall
Sprayed it. It was uncurling near a rock.