Evergreen. Take off the cloak——
Icicle. And empty your shoes——
Hollyberry. And, presto! Toinette is herself again. Now, farewell. [All bow low and go to door.]
Icicle. Good-by.
Mistletoe. We'll take care of the cloak when you're done with it.
Evergreen. We hope you'll like our Christmas present.
[Exeunt elves, laughing mischievously.
Toinette [looking after them]. What cunning little fellows! Oh, what fun. [Examines cloak.] I'll put it on right away. [Exit (R.).]
[Enter Mother (L.), going at once to the fire.
Mother. Why, where is Toinette? The porridge is almost boiling over. Come, children,—Marie, Jeannette, boys. Supper is ready.