RADA
It is my little girl. She's twelve years old.
Don't wake her. She has slept all through this night.
Help me to save her. I'll do anything for you,
Anything! Only help me to get her away
Safely. I'll pray for you every night of my life.
I'll——-
[The door opens behind her, and SUBKA, in her night-dress, steals into the room.]
SUBKA
Ah, I knew it couldn't be Santa Claus.
ARRAM
What? Don't you know me? I came down the chimney.
SUBKA
I don't see any soot upon your face.
[She goes nearer.]
Nor on your clothes. That's red paint, isn't it?
ARRAM
Can't help it. Santa Claus—that is my name.
What's yours?
SUBKA
Mine? Subka!
ARRAM
I've a little girl
At home called Subka! Just about your age.
SUBKA You didn't come down the chimney. [To MICHAEL.] He didn't, did he? [She runs to the stocking and examines it.] There's nothing in the stocking.
ARRAM
Ah, Subka,
That remains to be seen; that remains to be seen.