With an agile movement, she rises and begins to dance about the candle, and you know that to her it is a little campfire; it is that to you, too, for the moment.

Something like the west wind blows her fringed dress; there is a dream as old as life in her eyes.
Faster and faster she dances about the candle, until at last she sinks beside it and with a strange sure gesture--puts it out.
Silence and the dark.

The prairie fades....

The little dark-wood tables with their flowers and candles begin to glow again; the next musical number is a popular one step!....