No stage setting except a chair.
[Enter Everychild.]
Everychild. Were there not voices here? I came to see
If this could be my chosen company.
For I am growing now, and seek to come
Where Goodness, and where Beauty, have their home.
I am alone; but Everychild, they say,
May choose what friends she’ll have upon her way.
[Thinks.]
I’ll call for Idleness, she is so soft!