Nurse. What's that you say?
Ted [very despairingly]. Oh, go away! Go downstairs, and you'll see.
Nurse [in tragic tones]. Such a thing never happened in this blessed house before! [Rushes out.]
Ted [sitting up]. Oh, dear, what shall I do about it? It's just dreadful, and it's all my fault. [Brownie pokes his head out.] They don't want my things, either, or I'd be glad to give them all I got. [Puts his head down again. Enter Kitty, Marjorie, and Robin, disconsolately. Girls sit by fire, Robin at table.]
Robin. Well, Kitty, do you think Santa Claus couldn't read our letters?
Kitty. I don't know what to think!
Marjorie. Well, how could he make such dreadful mistakes?
Robin [rubbing his eyes]. Didn't bring one single thing I asked for—didn't bring a thing but books and puzzles!
Kitty [elbows on knees and chin in hands]. Brought me a box of fishing tackle—and I just hate to fish!
Marjorie [putting handkerchief to eyes]. He gave me big rubber boots—and I don't like to wade in the brook—I'm afraid of snakes!