Santa: I’ve tried trains and autos and airships but none of them suit me like my faithful old reindeer. I don’t have to steer them up the chimneys. They know just where to go.
Brownie [entering]: Well, Santa, everything is ready for your trip but I have some unpleasant news for you.
Santa: Unpleasant news—that’s strange. Here in Santa-land we never hear unpleasant things for they never happen. What is it Jack-of All-Trades?
Brownie: Some of the very nicest toys we have made this whole year refuse to be packed. They say they will not leave Santa-land and go to earth.
Santa: Well! Well! Well! What do you think of that, Mother?
Mrs. Santa: Santa, be firm. You’re entirely too easy with them. They’ll all be wanting to stay next year if you don’t make these toys go.
Santa: Of course, there are toys enough without these.
Brownie: You always find some extra children you didn’t know about.
Mrs. Santa: Certainly you do, Brownie, send the naughty toys in one at a time and we will hear what they have to say. Now, Santa, be firm. You are so kind hearted if a doll cries you’ll let her have her way.