Katie—Shure and it was thot same. Ixcuse me, Cleo.
Cleopatra—Whah’s my pick-a-ninny, Mammy? (Mammy takes from a capacious pocket a rag doll rolled up from an old black stocking with features sewed on, and a cap and long dress of white.)
Chloe—Heah she am, honey chile. Sing her to sleep now. (Cleopatra may sing any darkey lullaby.)
Hilda—A sweet little song, and nicely singed.
Katie—Nixt is a ricitation by Carl Omstrom. (Carl recites “A Ten Cent Christmas.”)
Lars—(at close of recitation) And I did buy effery one of tem for some one here. I bane had a real dime.
Katie—And now, as Mr. Lars Omstrom and Mrs. Hilda Omstrom have begged to be ixcused, we will ind this programme by a good rousing Christmas carol, sung by iverbuddy.
Jimmy—No, yez don’t. Miss Katherine McCarthy hasn’t done her share yit.
Katie—Yis I did, Jimmy. I read the programme.