Bill and Jennie—No.
Jennie—What can we give them?
Minerva—I don’t know. There isn’t time to make much and I’ve promised to help her make the f— (puts hand on mouth).
Jennie—Make what?
Minerva—Make some taffy. Bobby’s cracking nuts for it.
Bill (turning somersault)—Oh, I’ve got an idea.
All—What is it?
Bill—I know what’ll please them more’n anything.
Jennie—For goodness sake, Bill, get up and tell us. Don’t keep us in suspenders.
Bill—Well, I read a story once where a lot of kids instead of givin’ their pa and ma presents, wrote notes promisin’ to do the chores and things they hated most for a whole year without bein’ told and—