Elsie—I do like it, aretty. Jimmy, don’t you cry once. It’s a nice new kind of a tree, and I does like it.
Jimmy—Thin thray cheers fer the grand Christmas tree! (all join.)
Elsie—There candy is on it, and candles, and the angel flies over the top aretty. It is a nice tree, Jimmy.
Tony—I wants candy.
Carlotta—Not yet-a is the candy time-a. Mia bambino mus’ wait-a.
Bridget—Yis, furrst is the grand vodyville intertainmint by the inhabitints of Murphy’s tinemint. Read off the names, Katy darlint.
Katy—First is the spache av wilcome, by Patrick O’Rafferty McCarthy.
Patrick—Highly honored frinds and nayborrs. We are gathered here to-night—to-night, we are gathered here—to—to—
Bridget—(in a stage whisper) To celebrate.
Patrick—Oh yis. To celebrate. We’re gathered here to celebrate. (Scratches head.) We’re gathered here to celebrate—and—and—we’re doing av thot same.