Jessie. She may be sick. Let’s go right in. I’ll lead the way if Hazel won’t.
Hazel. Oh, do go Jessie, we will all follow you. (All tiptoe in and find Jerusha asleep. Examine the tree and find the note Jerusha wrote.)
Isabel. Poor Jerusha is trying to have a Christmas tree all to herself, and by the way this reminder reads, I should think she was going to fix up for a visit somewhere.
Jessie (who has examined the tree). Here is something for each of us on this broom Christmas tree! I wonder what it means, anyway. Perhaps Jerusha is trying to live a better life, and if so, then we girls must help her.
Julia (who has been examining the dress, bonnet and gloves). I say, girls, let’s fix up these things while Jerusha is asleep, and perhaps it will please her, when she wakes up, to find her work all finished. I will mend the gloves, and Jessie, you fix up the bonnet, and Hazel can help you, while Isabel presses out the skirt. Now all work quietly and fast, for she may soon wake up. (All get to work.)
Isabel (admires the skirt, which is of very loud or gay pattern). I guess Jerusha’s grandmother must have worn this dress. It’s most loud enough to wake Jerusha out of her sleep. I wonder how long it has been in the family? (Here Isabel drops the iron on the floor. All frightened. Jessie places forefinger on her lips. Hazel stands up with one hand over her mouth and holding bonnet by one string. Isabel holds up both hands and one foot. Julia, very much frightened, looks at sleeping Jerusha.)
Isabel. My! but I nearly did it that time, girls. Jerusha is a good sleeper. I’ll be more careful this time. (Goes on with ironing.)
Hazel. I would put that feather in this way, Jessie, if I were doing it.
Jessie. I think this is the best way, Hazel. Just see how graceful it is! (Holding up the bonnet.)