[While the little girls are applauding the Sleeping Beauty Flower’s song a long, lank boy comes in, lamenting: “My shadow! I can’t find my shadow! O help me find my shadow!” All turn to him in surprise, saying, “Now who may this be, crying for his shadow, pray?”]
The Shadowless Boy.
[Explaining.] I’m Peter, son to that Schlemihl who sold
His shadow to the Evil One! Since when
His name who answer to fare shadowless!
Babs.
Poor boy! Draw near the hearth and warm yourself!
Peter Schlemihl.
[Shrinking back.] I dare not, lest its glow should show my lack
Of full equipment! Nightly thus I roam,