Opperman—Ve von leedle von could get vor—led me see—
Elsie—I don’t one little one want. I want one big one.
Chloe—Shuah you do, ma honey. Like de quality allers has, a-settin’ in de parlah, an’ a-reachin’ clar up to de high ceilin’, wid candles a-twinklin’ an’ pretty, tings a-shinin’. Mammy’s seen ’em, in de Souf. If we was dah, now! Dey grows dah, an’ Pompey could go out wid his axe an’ cut one down fo’ his li’l Missy.
Elsie—(very eager) Yes, Mammy Chloe, that just what I want! Just like the tree I always did have every Christmas.
Carlotta—But where we so mucha mon’ getta?
Hilda—They haff the so large trees the churches in. What bane they do with them after?
Opperman—Dot vos so! Dot Svede voman vos one pargin hunter a’retty. Dot tree be segond hand de day after de Christmas, and he gome cheap.
Chloe—Mah Pompey he know dah sextant ob dat big chu’ch on Ellum Street, ’n ah reckon he’ll git it mo’n cheap. Yo’ shill hab yo’ tree, Ailsie lamb.
Tony—I wanta tree, too.
Elsie—It will be one tree for everbody, a’retty.