her head against him.]
Only a moment; for we’ll need the light
To find our path; you see, it’s almost night.
Betty. [Drowsily.]
I wish that fairy’d come—the path to show—
Dick. [Sleepy, but positive.]
Fairies are only—make-believe—you know—
[They nod and finally doze, sinking into a reclining position upon the mound. The Fairies and Elves steal out cautiously, to soft music, and survey the children with curiosity. Then, coming closer, they surround the sleepers and sing; air, “Der Rothe Sarafan.”]
Softly, softly, snow sprites!