Bridget—Which av ye spalpeens hov bin afther makin’ the wee colleen wape, now? Be shame to yez, who iver yez are!
Elsie—They don’t want me my Christmas to have a’retty.
Bridget—And who’s bin afther puttin’ Christmas into the hid av her? You, Jim, I’ll bet a sixpince. Yez do spile the choild, most awful.
Jimmy—’Twasn’t me, nather. ’Twas a foine leddy who wanted to adopt her, av yez plaze, or av yez don’t plaze, either.
Chloe—’Dopt her? Den she’d be quality, like she ottah be, but ole mammy Chloe would miss her li’l white missy.
Bridget—Bedad, an’ she can’t have her, thin. She’s the baby of all Murphy’s tinement, and betwane us we’ll get up a Christmas for her if she’s thot set on it. I kin take in an ixtry wash or two, mebbe. Sure me own little spalpeens have niver had a Christmas yit, nor Jimsie, naythur.
Jimmy—I don’t need any, Aunt Bridget, but Elsie wants one that bad, she can’t same to do widout it.
Elsie—Mine fader did always one tree for me get.
Carlotta—How mucha one tree he costa?