(Enter Old Woman with basket. Stumbles and drops basket, scattering wares.)
Old Woman. Oh, dear, dear! I didn’t see that stone!
Avis (running up to her). Did you hurt yourself? You didn’t quite fall, did you?
Old Woman (beginning to pick up wares). No, but just look at my spools of thread, and buttons, and all my whole basketful of things—scattered all over the ground.
Carol. Too bad! Never mind, we’ll pick them up for you. (To Roy.) She looks tired. (To Old Woman.) Suppose you sit down on this rock and rest, and we’ll —— (Old Woman sits down.)
Roy. Yes, we’ll have them all picked up in a jiffy.
(The Brownies, Roy, and Carol pick up the various articles, while Frank and Avis put them into the basket and arrange them.)
Old Woman. Bless your kind little hearts! There, now they’re all right again, and I must be going. I’m quite a bit rested, too. Thank you, thank you. (Rises, and starts to go.)
Roy (hastening after her with the key). Wait, wait! here’s your key!