See the world,
eh! All I ever seed was de inside of it. If I had my way to do over
again, I think I'd take to the tall timber up dere on top.

(_Meantime the two boys, while eating with one hand out of their cans,
have been whispering and playing knuckle-bones with pieces of coal,
a little way from and behind the men. Suddenly they stop, look around
at each other and listen, for they hear the fairy dance music of
the first scene, which is not heard by these older men, who go on
talking._)

_First Boy_

Dey's havin' parade up dere.

_Second Boy_

Dat ain't band music, you mutt.

(FIRST BOY _begins to sway as if in time with the music._)

_Second Boy_

Wot's the matter?

_First Boy_ (_sheepish_)

Nuthin'. (_Tries to keep still. They both listen._) Did yer ever dance,
Buck?

_Second Boy_

Naw. (_Listens._) But I bet I could!

_First Boy_

I had a dream onct. I dremp I's in an orchard, an' they's blooms
floatin' round. I could smell 'em!

_Second Boy_

You's nutty. You can't smell in a dream.

(_They listen, and finally yield to the music, swaying their bodies,
moving their arms, and beginning to dance as the music goes on._)

_Jack_

I've been here fourteen years, since I was a boy. It ain't a place for
a man. It's too black. You get black outside and inside. Why, they say
your lungs get black from breathing this dust. And your soul gets black.
The place for an honest man to work is out in the white light, on your
ocean or in your woods, or on the roads and railways, and in the big
buildings. This kind of work is work with punishment added to it. A
little of it would be all right for men who go wrong, or for some as
needs discipline. Then some day they'll get machines to do the rest.
Ah--there's the whistle. Come on, boys, to work again!

(_A whistle sounds and all start to work as before._)

(CURTAIN FALLS)

FINAL SCENE: _Curtain rises on final scene. Same as first, with
music as before, and with the mother and father and children among
the apple-trees._ CHO-CHO _appears, right, and says: "Here they
come!"_ EVERYCHILD _enters, right, bringing with her a number
of children, who follow her and then scatter under the trees._

_Everychild_

Oh, mother, I went everywhere, and we've brought all who could come!
But there were some in holes in the ground that I couldn't reach, though
we danced and danced, and called and called. They w