Dilly
It doesn't work, mother.
Mrs. Thornbury
Are those your husband's men—on the front steps?
Mrs. Gilliam
Oh, no! Those are people from the sweat shops! They're starving, I hear, and Mr. Gilliam says it serves 'em right! [Bringing forth a small case] What's the matter with the Star of Bethlehem?
Dilly
Oh, the usual! Whoever heard of the lights working on a Christmas Tree?
Mrs. Gilliam