Pearl.
Two children, trudging hither through the snow,
Toward our band, with lagging steps and slow.
Queen.
Two children? Coming here? ’Tis passing strange!
Few mortals through our lonely woodland range.
[Rises.]
Away, my band! We’ll hide, until we see
Who these unwonted visitors may be!
[They all hide, behind tree, in wings, etc. Enter, from left, Betty and Dick, dragging evergreen boughs. They move wearily, and pause near center, to look about them.]