Ma—Yes, Sam.
Sam—And tomorrow’s Christmas, Ma.
Ma—Yes, Sam.
Pa (throws down paper)—Do you suppose we don’t know that it’s snowing, and that it’s been snowing for three days and tomorrow’s Christmas. Can’t you tell us something new?
Sam—But, Pa, how are we going to get to town to buy our Christmas presents and things?
Pa (gruffly)—We can’t go and that’s all about it. The horses couldn’t plow half a rod through these snowdrifts.
Sam—But whatever are we going to do for Christmas?
Ma (shaking her head)—I guess we will have to do without Christmas this year.
Minerva enters