(_She takes a berry from her basket and holds it up between her fingers._) If you will talk, you may.--I must go home. (_She pulls down a bough and begins to pick the leaves off, one by one._) OSWALD--I want you to go with me to the bridge. SELMA--I can't. I must go home. Father will think I have been captured by the villagers. (_She removes her basket from the sun and lays the leaves upon her berries._) He said: "You will not find them." But I did. OSWALD--Sit down. SELMA-- I can't.--It makes my berries red. Father will say: "You see? They are not ripe." (_She goes about under the boughs selecting the largest of the leaves._) It makes them black, then makes them red again. (_After a pause._) _I_ heard bells ring last night. I dreamed I did. I called and they called and you would not come. I thought you could not hear me where you were. OSWALD--In a great forest once two children lived. They used to wander about the wood. One day, Playing among the trees, suddenly they heard Small voices calling: "Ho, children!" At that-- SELMA--Fairies. (_She comes to the log._) OSWALD-- The children rose wide-eyed and let Fall the wild-flowers they had gathered and stood Listening. Again the cry: "Ho, children!" (_Selma sits down._) Then They, hand in hand, slowly, and half afraid, Moved forward, and the voices, as they moved, Moved onward, sometimes above them in the air Singing, and sometimes in the fernshaws: "Ho, Here we are!" And then a wisp of sun-bright hair Flashed in the deeper shadows of the wood. The children, shouting, "Catch her! There she goes!" Darted in glee from trunk to trunk. At last The voices died away. The children saw The great trees glooming round them-- SELMA-- Oh, I know! They cried themselves to sleep, for they were lost, And then the birds brought leaves and--Didn't they? No. OSWALD--As night came on, the elder of them, a boy, Remembering to have heard a holy man Speak of a house--a holy house--where men Live as the angels live-- SELMA-- Went there? OSWALD-- To pray. To pray for help. SELMA-- For the other child? OSWALD-- For her. SELMA--What did the fairies do?