(shielding his eyes with his hand).
I can see him! I can see him!

ALL
(looking off towards left, waving, gesticulating).
Good-by, good-by, Master George!

OTHERS.
Come back soon, Master George. Good-by! Good-by!

AUNT RACHEL
(sadly shaking her head).
He is gone! How we will miss him!

[An instant's dejection falls on the group. They stand saggingly, joy
gone from them.

AUNT RACHEL
(brightening).
It's only for a short time. Only for a short time. He'll be back. He'll
surely be back.

[The group brightens. A tambourine drops jinglingly. It is picked up.
Baskets and hoe are resumed. The group starts towards background,
leisurely, tunefully singing:

(Air: Chorus of "Down Where the Cotton Blossoms Grow.")

Bright shines the sun, the clover-fields are white,
Through the woods the happy children go: