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Toward our band, with lagging steps and slow.

Queen.

Two children? Coming here? ’Tis passing strange!

Few mortals through our lonely woodland range.

[Rises.]

Away, my band! We’ll hide, until we see

Who these unwonted visitors may be!

[They all hide, behind tree, in wings, etc. Enter, from left, Betty and Dick, dragging evergreen boughs. They move wearily, and pause near center, to look about them.]

Betty.

O, Dicky dear, when are we going back?

It must be time to take the homeward track!

The snow’s too deep—the holly grows so high;

And I’m so tired—I almost want to cry!

Which is the path?

Dick. [Looking about doubtfully.]

I guess it’s this one—no,

It’s that—they all look puzzling, in the snow!

Betty. [Dismayed.]

Dick, aren’t you sure? I thought you always knew!

Oh, if we’re lost, whatever shall we do?

Dick. [With boyish impatience.]

Now, little goosie, don’t you dare to cry!

Wait here—I’m sure to find it, if I try.

[Walks about, searching.]

It’s somewhere near; I’ll find it in a hurry! [Aside.]