(The play is led by a musical prelude of: EL Condor Pasa, toward the end of which the curtain is drawn, disclosing an Andean grotto, at the foot of a wooded hillside, in a bright sunlit morning. Seven little angels are discovered sleeping. They are tossing about in their slumber and appear a tinge uneasy, perhaps not being able to get into the right sleeping position, heads on top of wings, and legs on top of shoulders, and little bodies crisscrossing each other. During the closing measures of the song, the first little angel awakes, slowly and half ascends.) First Little Angel (Lazily) Who calls my name? Leave me sleep. (Rising-not being able to go back to sleep) What is it that wakes me so! I know it is those imps that give me such awful dreams I think there might be some night imps around: They can be a menace. My brothers and sisters stir, and mumble in their sleep, but what can be done, we were born angels, and lost or left somehow in this old grotto awaiting for them to come back; and umpteen centuries, thus far! (The other little angels, who range from six...



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