Prudence [turning quickly and looking up to her Mother]. Oh! it is real!
Myles. Of course it is real. A real Christmas Tree.
Roger [folding his arms]. Now I feel like a real Englishman!
Nathan. Is this like the boughs thee remembers when thee was a little girl, Mother?
Mother. As much like as I could make it, Nathan. Except that I like this one even better.
Patience. Oh, see the pretty presents! Oh, did Eaglefeather make these lovely baskets for us?
Myles. Yes, and that's why he wouldn't let thee see what he was working on.
Nathan. But where is Eaglefeather, Myles?
Roger. We can't think where he is. He didn't come back last night.