Knarf—Last place, because he couldn’t make tail nor head of it any way.
Derf—Next pace, ’cause taint no good manners to tell what you want.
Ecila—First place, ’cause he always knows what you want, anyway, and brings the nicest things you can think of.
Alice—Oh, it must be our own dear Santa. Perhaps we really will see him. (Clanty, who has peeped in, and quickly drawn back.) Perhaps not. (Marg has slowly drawn near door, and been watching closely. When Clanty draws back, she has him by the leg, and pulls him in.)
Marg—Perhaps we will.
(Rest of Topsy Turvy folks.)
See! We see! Old Clanty’s caught!
He’ll give us presents, as he ought.
(Clanty tries to break away, but they surround him.)
Clanty—(to Greenies) Step out and fetch the box. (They run out, and return, dragging a large box.)