Mamma.—How kind of him! But be sure you are careful not to offend him, Tommy. He is rather a touchy old gentleman.
Sister.—I wonder what it will be, Tommy.
Brother.—I hope it will be a set of cricket things, and then we can play cricket in the summer.
Tommy.—Oh! yes, I hope it will be, but whatever it is, it is sure to be something nice.
(Begins hopping about again. Enter Uncle Dick, a very old gentleman with a gouty foot. Tommy does not see him and goes banging into him, treading on his gouty foot.)
Uncle Dick.—Oh! oh! oh! oh, my toe!
Tommy.—Oh! Never mind your toe! Where's my Christmas box?
Uncle Dick.—Your Christmas box, you young scamp! Think of my toe.
Tommy.—Please, uncle, I'm very sorry, but I do so want to know what you have brought me for a Christmas box.