Doll: I suppose you’re cross, Santa, but I can’t help it. I have heard the most terrible stories about the way dolls are treated by careless little girls. They have their lovely curls torn off and their eyes are poked in by little girl’s fingers. They are left outdoors in the sun and rain and that spoils the complexion. It took two days to make my complexion and I will not have it spoiled. Think of having this lovely dress made dirty by sticky fingers. You and Mrs. Santa will be lonesome. You really need me any way. I have named myself since I do not intend that any child shall have a chance to name me.
Brownie: What is your name?
Doll: It is beautiful. Gwendolyn Geraldine Genevieve Arabella. Isn’t that a delightful name?
Brownie: I shall call you Jerry for short. I can’t remember all that list.
Doll: Jack-of All-Trades, you’ll address me by my proper name or not at all.
Santa: Don’t quarrel. He won’t call you anything for you won’t be here. [Doll cries.]
Brownie brings in Fountain Pen.
Pen: Santa, I’m entirely too smart to give away. I can write wonderful things.
Santa: What have you written?