Miss Dayton (puts down book, yawns). Heigh-ho! What a dreary day! Cold as Greenland, and raining as well. If I had my way in the making of the world we never would have had such days as this. (Knock at door.) Come in.
Enter Gretchen with letters.
Gretchen. Some letters, Miss Dayton.
Miss D. Very well, Gretchen. Put them on the table.
Gret. (picking up scraps, dusting, etc., as she talks). It vas a nice day, Miss Dayton.
Miss D. I think it is a horrid day, Gretchen.
Gret. Nein, Miss Dayton. It vas by Christmas day. (Smiles broadly.)
Miss D. What is that to me, Gretchen, or to any sensible person, for that matter?
Gret. (astonished). Und you don’d like Christmas, Miss Dayton?