Second Imp. Why shouldn't they?
First Imp. Why should they,—when there are so many other things to dream of at Christmas time? If you don't believe me, we'll leave it to Santa Claus. Here he comes now. Hooray!
(As Santa Claus enters from L. of stage the Imps run to meet him, and holding an end of the harness in each hand form a ring and dance around him in time to the jingling of the bells.)
Santa Claus. Hold on! Hold on there! When a fellow gets to be my age his head isn't steady enough to stand any such merry-go-'round as this. Come on now, let's see if you've done your work properly and polished the bells as I told you.
(He sits down in his big armchair and the Imps climb upon his lap.)
First Imp. I said I would make my bells so bright that people would think they were twinkling stars.
Second Imp. And I said——
First Imp (interrupting). Never mind what you said. There wasn't any sense to that. Santa Claus, tell us, what do children dream about at Christmas time?
Santa Claus. What do children dream about? Why, they dream about me, of course.