Kitty. Mamma, we've made lists——
Robin. Of the things we want——
Kitty. And we're going to pin them on our stockings——
Marjorie. Because we thought we ought to save poor Santa Claus all the trouble we could.
Mother. What thoughtful children! I'm sure Santa Claus will appreciate it.
Robin. Now, sit down and write your lists, quick!
Father [laughing]. Santa Claus will be frightened by such an array of wants. [Father and Mother sit down and write.]
Father. Do you think his pack will hold out?
Robin [with scorn]. 'Course it will! That pack hasn't any bottom at all.
Marjorie and Rose [taking hands and dancing]. Oh, goody! goody! goody!