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Dick. [Sleepy, but positive.]

Fairies are only—make-believe—you know—

[They nod and finally doze, sinking into a reclining position upon the mound. The Fairies and Elves steal out cautiously, to soft music, and survey the children with curiosity. Then, coming closer, they surround the sleepers and sing; air, “Der Rothe Sarafan.”]

Softly, softly, snow sprites!

Steal softly, till we see

Who these wandering strangers are

That rest beneath our tree.

Gently, comrades, gently—

Now closer let us creep!

Silently they lie there—

[Repeat last four lines.]

Sunset light is gleaming,

Night is drawing near;

Still they linger, dreaming,

In this forest drear!

Sunset light is gleaming,

Night is drawing near!

Stranger sight was never seen;

Two drowsy heads laid low,

Under bows of evergreen,

To slumber in the snow!

Softly, softly, snow sprites—

Steal softly till we see

Whose these mortal strangers are

That rest beneath our tree!

Queen. [Bending over them anxiously.]

They’re fast asleep! Now, this will never do!