All. Miss Celery! Where is she? No dinner can be complete on Thanksgiving day without her.
Enter Miss Celery, dressed in white and green.
Miss Celery. Did you call? I did but sleep a little, but methought you called.
Genius of Thanksgiving (sternly). We did call. 'Tis no time to sleep, the night before Thanksgiving. Have you, miss, two nice crisp bunches of celery?
Miss Celery. Yes, your honor, four if you like.
Genius of Thanksgiving. No, two. But your very best. And now, Fairies, the dinner is arranged. The night passes. My sprites must be busy. Go, children, weave a spell over the ovens. Let nothing burn. Have everything well baked. See to the dinners of the poor as well as the rich. Let no one go hungry on Thanksgiving day. And see to it that Ethel Forrester's dinner is complete.
First Fairy. Dear good Genius of Thanksgiving! How can we thank you enough?
Second Fairy. Dear friend, how old are you? Pardon the question, but I am mystified—you seem so old and so young.
Genius of Thanksgiving.