Fingers and toes he’ll warningly sting—
Jolly Jack Frost is nigh!
[The children begin to stir;
Betty rubs her nose uneasily.]
Betty.
Ow! Dick, don’t pinch my nose!
Dick.I didn’t, true!
But some one nipped my ear—now was it you?
[In awed whisper, as he looks about and sees Fairies.]
Oh, Betty, look! I say—who can they be?