Minerva—By making them for each other.
Bill and Jennie—By making them!
Sam—Yes, why not? (gets tools, etc.). Sis and I are making our presents.
Bill—What are you makin’?
Sam—Wouldn’t you like to know, now?
Jennie—But, Nervy, made things won’t be real Christmas presents (cries). And I wanted a book, and a pencil box and a ring and—and—a muff and—and—
Minerva (fiercely)—Now see here, Jennie. You stop crying this minute, Ma’s feeling dreadful bad as it is because she can’t give us a real-to-goodness Christmas without store presents—
Bill (shaking her)—Aw, shut up, Jennie. I guess one Christmas without regular presents won’t kill us. And there will be heaps of fun makin’ them and keepin’ secrets and things. I bet I kin make Bobby the dandiest top you ever saw.
Jennie (brightening)—And I’ll make a picture book for Betty.