A few, no doubt;
To find one out,
That is the enterprise.
One can but try,
And that will I
Beneath the starry skies.
First Fairy. But prithee think quickly, Elgin, boy. Time waits not.
Elgin (musing). Idle and frivolous—she won't do. How would a maiden lady do? I know one living in a large and beautiful house, her father's dying gift. She has no one to love her, and no one to love. Shall I go to her, Fairies? One can but try.
First Fairy. Now you are my sweet Elgin. Ask her in dreams to-night. And, dear boy, on thy way bid hither the Genius of Thanksgiving and many of his sprites. We can arrange a little dinner for to-morrow.
Elgin. Depend on me, good fairies dear. [Exit.]
Second Fairy (walking to Ethel). She sleeps and smiles. Rest, sweet one.
Enter Rosy-cheeked Apple, a girl dressed in red cheese-cloth, and Golden Pumpkin, a boy in yellow.
Both Fairies. Welcome, sprites—Rosy-cheeked Apple and Golden Pumpkin. We have work for you to-night.
Rosy-cheeked Apple. It's frosty out to-night, so we ran and tumbled, and Golden Pumpkin there, jolly boy, rolled till we came hither.
Golden Pumpkin. 'Twas a merry game of tag, sister, and I won.