Other Children—(indignantly) It’s a foine tree!
Elsie—It is not no tree at all! Jimmy, you did said I should have one.
Jimmy—And you said you wud loike it if Jimmy got it for yez, and now yez don’t. Oh, Ilsie, pit!
Katie—(kneeling by Elsie) Ilsie, darlint, poor Jimmy fales awful bad. Do yez want him to crry?
Elsie—I do feel bad, too, Katie. He said I should have a Christmas tree, he did!
Katie—And he got ye one—a foine one! “Sure,” says he, “She’s had German trees a lot av toimes, but she’s niver had one av this koind, and bedad, Oi’ll git it fer her, cost it what it will,” says he; and he’s done it, and now yez don’t loike it! That isn’t a nice grateful little Ilsie at all.
Elsie—Is it a tree, really Katie—one new kind, aretty?
Katie—It is thot same, colleen Bawn. It’s—it’s—dear me, I disremember the name av it.
Pat—It’s a Pollyglot tree, that’s fhwat it is, and a rare koind, too. And to think she doosn’t care fer thot same, whin Jimmy got it be purpose for her!