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Rh (All the children seem very happy excepting little who is wiping his eyes.)

Samuel.—Good Will, why are you so sad?

Good Will.—I'm so sorry this is all a dream.

Queen Peace (Rises and takes him by the hand).—My child, sometimes the most beautiful dreams are those that come true. And besides, this dream is not all a dream.

All Present.—Peace on earth, Good Will toward men!

 

