Hop. Yes; back in the trees. No one must see us (he looks off (Left). Hello! Who's that with them?
Evans. The school ma'm, I guess. Come.
Hop. (looking intently off). You go; I'll come in a second.
[Exit Evans.
Miss Charlotte! Have they come to this? She teaching school!
[He exits (Right) among the trees.
A Little Girl's Voice (nearer). Come on, come on; we're going to the camp.
[Enter by the road (Left) a little group of children; they are very small, between the ages of six and ten, all dressed in poor, home-made garments; some of the girls have shawls over their heads. They seem happy. Nearly all carry little parcels wrapped in paper.
A Boy. Ain't you glad it's recess, and we can eat our lunch down here?
A Girl. Corse we are. We can't stay long, though—it's so cold.