A ghost, of course, should properly grieve,
When he has lost “Sweet Genevieve.”
[They hum or sing, “Sweet Genevieve.”]
Second:
I’m the ghost of the flowers, for hours and hours
I’ve watered them with my tears, like showers;
What if the ghostly flowers should be seen
Here, late tonight on Hallowe’en?
[Tiny children enter with hoops of flowers, go through short drill and silently vanish.]
Third: