[He goes out, locking door. A light is left burning for the night. A voice calls from back of counter which should be high to make toys seem small.]
Voice: Has he really gone?
Second Voice, from large box in corner. [It is the Teddy Bear.] Yes, I heard the door slam.
First Voice: Come on out, friends, he’s gone.
From behind counter come Tin Soldiers, marching in single file to tune of John Brown’s Body. They sing.
First Tin Soldier:
We’re brave toy soldiers dressed in uniforms so bright and new.
We’ve been packed in horrid boxes till we’re feeling very blue.
You’ll find us sturdy fighters and we’re brave defenders too,
Toy soldiers brave and bold.