(Enter, from cabin, Mosey, with a change.)
Moselle (running to him). Now, Nevada, here I am. Have you, too, missed me?
Nevada (looking into her face anxiously). I know that voice and that face.
Moselle. Of course you do. It's the same voice that has sang you to sleep many and many a time, and it's the same face you have kissed often. Why don't you now?
Nevada (takes her face between his hands, and kisses her forehead). It's little Moselle back from school.
Moselle. With a head full of knowledge, and a heart bubbling over with fun.
Vermont. And when the two get working together, this camp will be a howling wilderness, you bet.
Moselle. Come, Nevada, mother will be glad to see you.
Nevada. No, child: I cannot go in.
Moselle. Then, I'll lead you. You shall find plenty to do,—bring water and wood for mother; and when you are tired I will sing for you.