M. S.—By all the fields, mountains, cities and prairies, what sort of child do you think should live here?
F. T.—Leave that to me. (Calls.) Come, Young America. (Calls again and again. At last Young America dressed as a boy scout, pack on back, enters cautiously.)
F. T.—Come, Young America, Mother Space gives you this chart to the Land-of-Equal-Chance. Go, the land lies beyond. It is your domain.
Young America (bewildered).—But what shall I do there? Must I go alone?
F. T.—No, my child, you cannot go alone. Do you see these four windows? Go, draw aside the curtains.
Y. A. (Goes to the first window and draws aside the curtain. Above the window is plainly printed "Action".)—Here am I, Young America. I must go on a journey. Will you go with me, Spirit of Action?
Spirit of Action (Appears suddenly at the window.)—Go? Yes. Wait a moment. (Bounds to the stage.) Where are you going?
Y. A. (Points to the curtain at rear.)—There, Spirit of Action. What will you do if you go with me?
Sp. of A. (Laughs.)—I shall make your blood dance and your heart beat high. I shall fill your hands with glorious work. Your muscles shall be strong with the doing.