Sam (pulling him to front)—No, but I wish you had. Ain’t you got any sense? Do you want the kids to quit believin’ in Santa?
Bill—No, but how—
Jennie (to Minerva)—Ain’t we goin’ to get any Christmas presents, Nervy?
Minerva—Of course we are, dear.
Jennie—But where are we going to get them?
Betty—From Thanta, of courth. Where elth could you get them?
Minerva—Of course. He’s never failed us yet and I guess he isn’t going to this Christmas either. Twinnies, have you all the pop-corn strings made for the tree?
Bobby—No, let’s go to the kitchen and finish them, Betty (exit twins).
Jenny—But Nervy, where are we goin’ to git them?
Bill—Yes, where? Pa and Ma never got to town and—