Little Girl
Oh, of course, I forgot. I will lead you to some one who will give you a name.
(A man and woman have come slowly through the orchard and seated themselves on a bench under an apple-tree. Two or three of the children lead the stranger up to them.)
Stranger (feeling of the hair and gown of the woman)
Who are you?
Woman (smiling)
I am your mother.
Stranger (feeling of the hair and face and garments of the man)
Who are you?