Ted. Sure!
Robin. Oh, I say, Ted, wouldn't it be a joke if he got 'em all mixed up, and put my things in Marjorie's stocking, and yours in Kitty's!
Kitty. He won't. He's such a wise old fellow that he always knows, somehow.
Marjorie. Well, I should think it would be lots easier if we marked them! It must be dreadfully hard for him to remember.
Ted. I'll tell you what! S'posing we write a list of the things we want him to bring, too?
Robin. Good for you, Ted. Then he won't have to remember all the letters we've been writing him.
Marjorie. Give us some paper, quick, Kitty!
Kitty [gets paper and pencils from mantel, Ted helping her]. If Santa Claus has to remember all the letters all the children in the world write him every year, shouldn't you think his head must ache? [Divides paper among children. All sit at table and write.]
Ted. Put your name at the top.