Are very fine treeth, you thee.
But the betht tree I know, with the bethtetht fruit
Ith that tree—the Chrithmuth tree. (Points to tree.)
Aunt Hepsy—Good for you, Sally.
Miss P.—Next, a recitation by Patience Toothacre, “Watching for Santa.”
(Patty comes from entry, dressed in long nightie. She has bare feet and flowing hair, and carries a candle.)
Aunt Hepsy—For the land sakes, Patty Toothacre! Go dress yourself.
Patty—(indignantly) I is dressed, underneath. This is my—my—
Reuben—Cuss tune.
Miss P.—Reuben!