(A shadowy line of workmen with their wives and children in their Sunday clothes comes in left)
Harry Egerton.
(Shouting right)
In the dry-kiln, Sam!
And fetch the other barrel, Harvey.
Mrs. Egerton.
Harry!
Harry Egerton.
A Merry Christmas, friends, to all of you!
I'm glad you've come!
(Shaking himself free)
It's all right, it's all right!
Candy, candy, candy, children!