Mom—(courtesying) You’re welcome, Clanty Sauce.
(She sits down on sled and begins to set a table on it, placing every thing topsy turvy, of course. Then she begins to bite her orange, setting pieces of candy as best she may on the dishes, and keeping an eye out towards Dad.)
Clanty—
Dad’s gifts from the box come next,
If he can plainly say the text.
(Dad bows low, knocks, repeats couplet, and gets one skate, a small bag of stones, an orange, and candy.)
Dad—(bowing) You’re welcome, Clanty Sauce.
(Dad sits down near Frank, and begins to try on skate, wrong side up, and hind side before.)
Frank—That’s not the way.
Dad—(beginning to stuff his candy) Hush, you mustn’t talk! (Frank looks indignant, but stops.)