[They come forward, cautiously, and pass near the tree where the Mother is crouching. She springs up and seizes the tiniest of the fairies.]
Mother. Fairy wight,
I have you tight!
Fairies. Fly! Fly!
A mortal is by!
[They run, then missing one of their number, they turn, and crowd together at a little distance.]
Fairies. Stay! Stay!
She has our fay