Make haste to breakfast,
Come and fetch your crumb,
For I’m as glad to see you
As you are glad to come.
(Two Robin Redbreasts are seen tapping with their beaks at the lattice, which January opens. The birds flutter in, hop about the floor, and peck up the crumbs and sugar thrown to them. They have scarcely finished their meal, when a knock is heard at the door. January hangs a guard in front of the fire, and opens to February, who appears with a bunch of snowdrops in her hand.)
January.
Good-morrow, sister.
February.
Brother, joy to you!
I’ve brought some snowdrops; only just a few,