[As Everychild puts her hand in Latin’s and advances a step, enter Mathematics, also in dark gown, with head covered, carrying slate or compasses.]
Latin. Hail, Sister!
Mathematics. Hail!
Everychild. But who is this? And must she with us go?
Your family are all so dark and slow!
No, I don’t think I like you. What’s your name?
Mathematics. In every tongue my symbols are the same.
2 × 1 are 2, 2 × 2 are 4, 2 × 3 are 6—
My name is Mathematics. Many a year
We’ll doubtless be acquainted—never fear.