ARRAM
Here, put it on the table.
NANKO
What shall we hang on it?
MICHAEL
What do you think
Of that, now?
[He hangs a revolver on the tree.]
SUBKA
[Clapping her hands.]
O! O! What a great big pistol!
That'll be Father's present! And now what else?
What else?
ARRAM
Well, Subka, what do you say to a ring?
How prettily it hangs upon the bough!
See, Subka!
SUBKA
Why, it's just like Father's ring!
ARRAM [Striking a light.] And now we'll light the candles.
NANKO
[Clapping his hands and dancing.]
Yes that's right!
Light all the little candles on the tree!
O, doesn't the pistol shine, doesn't the ring Glitter!
SUBKA
But O, it is like Father's ring.
He had a little piece of Mother's hair
Plaited inside it, just like that. It is
My father's ring!
RADA
No. There are many others
Just like it, Subka,—hundreds, hundreds of others.