Jack-in-the-box. I never could get back after my lid came off. A hinge and a few screws, and I’d be as good as new. It’s a shame to leave me like this.
Mice. Hush! Some one is coming up the stairs.
[Mrs. Santa Claus enters.]
French Doll. Who are you?
Mrs. Santa Claus. I am Mrs. Santa Claus. Every Christmas Eve I find all the old toys I can. I change them into new ones. Then I send them to the little children who have no other Christmas toys. I knew I’d find some old toys in this attic! Come here, all of you. Let me see what each one needs. Please, only one at a time! [Toys come about Mrs. Santa Claus.] Now, French Doll, I’ll begin with you. There! I’ve washed your face and combed your hair. You’re as good as new.
First Mouse. She does look fine!
Mrs. Santa Claus. Now, Tin Soldier, what can I do for you?
Tin Soldier. Give me a new red coat, and mend my leg. Oh, yes, and I’d like a new gun, too.
Mrs. Santa Claus. Here you are, sir. Now, Jack, down in your box while I mend the lid. There, now you can bob up as well as ever.
Lion. If you please, I want a new mane. A little boy pulled mine off. I haven’t had one for a long time.