And why would you leave us, when home lies at hand?
“Oh, when the sun calls me, then I can wait for no man,
But back I must go again, to my own land!”
And now we’ve made him, he’ll have to stay,
Ha! Ha! Ha! He can’t get away.
(The door bursts open, the two children run in: Matthew Mark and Mary Ann.)
Mary.—
Oh, mother, come and look at our snowman.
Matthew.—
Mother, do look at him.