Rosy-cheeked Apple. Naughty boy, I won. Last tag was mine.
Golden Pumpkin. Well, then it's mine now.
[Touches her, and together they play tag around the room, nearly knocking over Nuts and Raisins, Red Cranberry, and Beets, Carrots and Turnips, who enter.]
Nuts and Raisins (dressed in brown). Why, here's fun! Let's join the game.
[All play tag.]
[Enter Genius of Thanksgiving, fat, jolly, corn-husks for hair, trimmed in any fantastic way with pop-corn, strings of raisins, apples, etc.]
Genius of Thanksgiving. Tut, tut, sprites! Not so fast, my fine fellows. Here, now. Peace! Silence!
[Catches one by the ear, shakes another, and soon the sprites are quiet.]
Nuts and Raisins. We were but having a little game of tag, master.
Genius of Thanksgiving. Another time, sprites. Now there's work to be done. Have you made your manners to the ladies? Oh, saucy children! Fairies, forgive them.
First Fairy. Since the sleeping child was not disturbed, 'twas of no consequence, sir. You were kind to come at our call, Genius of Thanksgiving. Here is a family that you have overlooked. There is no dinner provided for to-morrow. Is it too late?