Genius of Thanksgiving. Thanks. And now where is the cranberry jelly?
Red Cranberry. Your honor, I have a fine mould ready.
Genius of Thanksgiving. Ah! Red Cranberry, you are just the sprite to attend to that. And Beets, Carrots, and Turnips?
Beets, Carrots, and Turnips. Here, sir. I will furnish a goodly array of vegetables.
Genius of Thanksgiving. Golden Pumpkin, a pie from you, rich, thick, and yellow. Plenty of cream and eggs, sirrah.
Golden Pumpkin. I know a good pie when I see it.
Genius of Thanksgiving. Rosy-cheeked Apple, some of your best, please?
Rosy-cheeked Apple. I have beauties, sir.
Enter Elgin.
Elgin. Good-morning, your honor, and you, sprites. I was hurrying here, and passed a beautiful young lady combing her hair. She seemed nowise in a hurry. Miss Celery—