Oh, mother, I went everywhere, and we've brought all who could come! But there were some in holes in the ground that I couldn't reach, though we danced and danced, and called and called. They were too far down. And there were some ill and crippled, in hospitals, that couldn't walk, and some hidden away in great buildings called factories—and some in tenements, where there was no sun, and no green grass to walk on. Mother, what shall we do? It was so hard to leave them. Won't you go back with me, and help me?
Mother
Yes, Everychild. We must all go. Not one must be left down there.
Father
Yes, we cannot go on up the Morning Mountains until they come.
Mother
We will start at once, all of us, down through the highways and valleys and cities of the world, and bring them here. Come, children, let us go.
(They gather about her and start down, right, singing as they go. Cho-cho lingers behind for a few moments and pronounces an epilogue.)