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: