Wishing Man. And here's the third magical fern seed. Here you are, Master Dumpling. Hurry along and grow little again.
Big D. Oh, thank you, sir. (Takes box and skips out at R.)
Jumbo and the Two Bears dance out at L. in time to the music.
Wishing Man (goes to the doll bushes). The dolly plants don't seem to be doing very well. (Picks a doll.) Here's a ripe one. I'm going to give that to (insert some little girl's name) for a Christmas present. And here's another for ——. I wonder how my big French dolls are doing. They're dreadfully hard to raise. They require so much attention. I have to keep them under cover to protect them from the sun. The wax melts so easily and the pretty red cheeks are apt to run down over their pretty French dresses. (Removes cover.) How nice they look. There's Annette, Olivette and Babette. Three as pretty little French ladies as ever came out of Paris. I think they're just about ready to pick. They're such pretty dollies that I think I'll give them to little boys instead of little girls. I'll give Annette to (insert little boy's name) and I'll give Olivette to ——, and little Babette I'll give to ——. My, my, I was forgetting all about the children and the mysterious fern seed. I wonder if it has changed them back into real little children again. (Looks out at R.) Yes, here they come.
Enter from R. Dumpling, Tootsy and Snookums.
Dumpling. Oh, thank you, Mr. Wishing Man. I feel ever so much better now.
Tootsy. Yes, indeed. My clothes are a perfect fit and nobody will laugh at me now.
Snookums. I feel perfectly fan-tas-a-ma-gor-ious.
Tootsy. Oh, see the pretty French dollies. I wish they would talk to me.
Wishing Man. If that's your wish, they can.