And Father—when I got to him I had only a nickel left, and couldn’t think of a thing, so I finally bought him a pipe. (Shows a clay pipe.) I know he don’t use that kind, but I thought it might do if he lost the other. I only had a nickel, and anyhow it’ll be just fine for soap bubbles. Oh, Christmas shopping isn’t so bad, after all.
IN GRANDMA’S DAY.
Illustrated with Eight Tableaux. Directions at Close.
This is recited by the “Grandma,” who sits and knits as she talks, with pauses when the tableaux are shown. She speaks slowly, in a reminiscent way, adapting her actions to the words.
During the showing of the tableaux she leans her head on her hand, or looks ahead of her, not at them, as if dreamily thinking of the pictures her memory calls up.
It’s cold today, and Christmas time is getting very near.
I wish I knew just what to do to help the season’s cheer.
Things nowadays have grown so strange that I am puzzled quite.
I wonder if they care at all that Christmas comes tonight.