Icicle. And you must never let it scorch!
[Toinette bends over fire, stirring broth. A
very gay waltz in very quick time is played
softly outside, and the four elves dance and
tumble about, coming up one at a time to
peep over Toinette's shoulder. They
show great fear of the fire, however.
Toinette. Now, little Elves, the feast is ready!
Elves. Oh, joy! Oh, joy! [All seat themselves at table, Toinette pours out broth, and they eat. Music continues, Toinette refills bowls, and elves drink from them, tipping their heads far back and making grotesque motions. Music grows fainter. Elves rise and bow to Toinette.]
Elves. Thank you, Toinette! Thank you!
Evergreen. We've had a merry feast.
Mistletoe. And fairies are never ungrateful.
Icicle. When you need us, you'll find us ready.
[Evergreen, Mistletoe, and Icicle go outside
and stand about door. Hollyberry
remains within.
Toinette. But I haven't thanked you at all!