Bobby (jumping around)—I know, I know, I’ll pwomise to—
Sam—Let’s not tell each other what we’re goin’ to promise. There’ll be more fun reading the notes tomorrow.
Betty—Notes don’t make much thow on a Chwismas tree.
Jennie (claps hands)—I’ve got it! I’ve got it! I’ve got it!
Bill—What, a lunatic germ?
Jennie—Let’s put a simpleton of what we’re going to promise on the tree.
Bill—A simpleton, what’ that?
Jennie—Why a sign, of course. You see if Nervy hates dusting, she can put a dust rag on the tree and make Pa and Ma guess what it stands for.
Minerva—Symbol! That’s what she means (laughs). A simpleton! Oh, Jennie, that’s what you are.