I had a dream onct. I dremp I's in an orchard, an' they's blooms floatin' round. I could smell 'em!
Second Boy
You's nutty. You can't smell in a dream.
(They listen, and finally yield to the music, swaying their bodies, moving their arms, and beginning to dance as the music goes on.)
Jack
I've been here fourteen years, since I was a boy. It ain't a place for a man. It's too black. You get black outside and inside. Why, they say your lungs get black from breathing this dust. And your soul gets black. The place for an honest man to work is out in the white light, on your ocean or in your woods, or on the roads and railways, and in the big buildings. This kind of work is work with punishment added to it. A little of it would be all right for men who go wrong, or for some as needs discipline. Then some day they'll get machines to do the rest. Ah—there's the whistle. Come on, boys, to work again!
(A whistle sounds and all start to work as before.)
(CURTAIN FALLS)
Final Scene: Curtain rises on final scene. Same as first, with music as before, and with the mother and father and children among the apple-trees. Cho-cho appears, right, and says: "Here they come!" Everychild enters, right, bringing with her a number of children, who follow her and then scatter under the trees.
Everychild