Miss P.—Bring in the tunic, and then we’ll see.
Hiram—The two whats?
Miss P.—The tunic. The blouse. The rest of the suit.
Hiram—Oh, the jacket? But there ain’t but one, less ’n you count the belt.
Miss P.—Bring the whole of it here.
Hiram—And the mask? ’N the cap ’n whiskers.
Miss P.—Yes, the whole of it, and hurry.
Aunt Hepsey—Jest you come here, Hi. I’ll fix you up. Go right on ’ith your programmy, Miss Peppergrass. I’ll tend ter him. I’ve rigged many a Santy Claws in my day.
(She assists Hiram, while the rehearsal goes on.)
Miss P.—Now, children, we must get to work, or we will not be through by the time they want to trim the tree.