[_Enter_ Genius of Thanksgiving, _fat, jolly, corn-husks for hair, trimmed in any fantastic way with pop-corn, strings of raisins, apples, etc._] _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Tut, tut, sprites! Not so fast, my fine fellows. Here, now. Peace! Silence! [_Catches one by the ear, shakes another, and soon the sprites are quiet._] _Nuts and Raisins_. We were but having a little game of tag, master. _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Another time, sprites. Now there's work to be done. Have you made your manners to the ladies? Oh, saucy children! Fairies, forgive them. _First Fairy_. Since the sleeping child was not disturbed, 'twas of no consequence, sir. You were kind to come at our call, Genius of Thanksgiving. Here is a family that you have overlooked. There is no dinner provided for to-morrow. Is it too late? [Illustration: WHY, NO, THE NAME IS NOT HERE!] _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Why, how comes that? (_Looks over a long list of names._) No, the name--what is it, Forrester?--is not here. Well, that's a sad omission. No, ma'am, it's not too late. Sprites, you must hustle and bustle, and get up a first-class dinner for the Forresters. Do you hear? _Sprites all_. We hear--we will. _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Are we all present? No. [_Impatiently taps on the floor._] _Enter_ Purveyor of Turkeys, _strutting. He gobbles._ _Purveyor of Turkeys_. Good-evening, master, and you, Fairies. _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Sirrah, Purveyor of Turkeys, you're late. Have you a fine fat turkey left? _Purveyor of Turkeys_. I have, sir. The demand was terrible this year, but I have laid by a few, thinking they would be wanted for late dinners. _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Save us a good one, then--twelve-pound weight. Is that big enough, Fairies? The family is small, I believe. _First Fairy_. That will do, sir. _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Will you have it cooked or uncooked. _Second Fairy_. Uncooked. But pray do not forget the stuffing. _Enter_ Miss Maize _and_ Miss Corn Tassel, _dressed in white and yellow_. _Miss Maize_. Who speaks of turkey stuffing? I will attend to that. _Miss Corn Tassel_. Yes, we will furnish the bread and biscuit, the butter and thyme, and I can add the eggs. _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Miss Maize and Miss Corn Tassel, young ladies, you are late. But there are others later still. _Enter_ Miss Grape, _elegantly attired in purple_. _Nuts and Raisins_. Ah! See Miss Grape, our purple sprite. So pretty, so graceful! Did Master Frost speak with thee, child? _Miss Grape_. He did indeed take my hand, and waltz me hither. _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Nay, I warrant me, he stopped not there. _Miss Grape_. He pressed a kiss upon my cheek. He said 'twould give it a richer bloom. _Genius of Thanksgiving_. Well, naughty, pretty child, canst give us grapes for our Thanksgiving dinner? _Miss Grape_. That can I, both white and black, pretty to look upon, sweet to taste, and no harm within.