Patience. It grows light, Mother. I'm afeared. Mustn't we hasten?
Mother. Presently, presently! Is all ready, Roger?
Myles. Yes, every candle.
Mother [going to door (L.)]. Come, now!
[Enter Nathan, Patience, and Prudence
(L.), the girls singing first verse of their song.
Patience [breaking off]. Oh, Mother!
Nathan. How beautiful!
Prudence. Oh, Mother, it feels like a dream!
Mother [bending over her and leading her near]. It is no dream, little daughter. Come near and see.
[Prudence timidly touches one branch with her finger.