Everychild. I cannot bear you! Lazy thing! away!
I will have friends that laugh, and run, and play!
[Idleness goes languidly out, fanning herself.]
Everychild. I’ll call for Gaiety! She is so fleet.
Her bright wings fly beyond our mortal feet,
And she has passed all shores, and knows full well
Where radiant Goodness, and where Beauty, dwell.
Gaiety! Gaiety! come!
[Gaiety runs and dances on, in light costume, with wings. She flies to and fro across the stage, while Everychild runs after her, crying, “Take me!” but is left behind. Gaiety slaps her and runs off.]
Everychild. [Sobbing.] She slapped me just because I could not fly,