[Ted, in the depths of woe, slips to the floor
and rests his head on his chair.
Robin. Don't see why Ted feels so badly—Santa Claus gave him everything he asked for!
Kitty. Yes, and Rosy's stocking was all right. I'm glad she got what she wanted—bless her little heart!
Marjorie [suddenly]. Oh, Kitty, what shall we do when Santa Clans comes and asks us how we liked them?
Kitty. I don't care—I can't thank him for those horrid old fish-hooks!
Robin [with decision]. I'm just going to tell him he can take his puzzles and give them to some other boy!
[Enter Father and Mother, sharing the
general gloom.
Father [in a puzzled tone]. It's the most singular thing!
Mother. I never heard of Santa Claus making a mistake before.
Father. Two empty cigar boxes in my stocking!