Here in the mill. And I'll be Santa Claus.
(A pause)
That will be beautiful.
(A pause)
And, mother——
(Masters strikes him)
Harry Egerton.
Ah!
(He sinks to the floor. Masters, iron in hand, flees down the stairs. The cheering outside continues. Then, as the noise subsides, there is heard a steady buzzing of the telephone as though some one were trying to get connection)