Hist! Look there!
Lily Whereaway. Where?
Bluebell. A mortal, I spy!
Lily. Ho! So do I!
All. So do I, so do I, so do I!
Let’s fly!
[They start to run back among the trees, but are checked by the next speech, and draw slowly forward again.]
Fairies! Have you seen?
He is clad in green!
He is ours if we can lure him—