Dutch [goes to footlights and speaks to the piano]. If der bant vill blees be so kint und blay a chune fer der grant marsh! [Exit. After a moment enter Dutch and Ben with the children, Sonny hanging to Ben's hand and dancing with excitement. They are lifted into place.]
Ben. Now, den, honey, you-all's gwine to see der circus, sho' 'nuff.
Dutch. So! Is you gomf'table?
[Exeunt Ben and Dutch.
Bub. Oh, Sonny, we're goin' to have a circus all to ourselves.
Sonny. It's better than just comin' in like other folks, isn't it, Bub?
Bub. Oh, lots! I guess it's a sure enough Christmas, too, Sonny. [He rocks to and fro with delight. The piano plays a gay, quick march, and the Circus enters, in procession, headed by Pepper himself and ending with the dog. They march several times around the stage, then take seats on the boards. Dutch suddenly catches up his tray, and goes about shouting his wares, with a great air of being very busy.]
Dutch. Beanuts! Beanuts! Here's your fresh-roasted beanuts! Bop-corn! Bop-corn und beanuts!
Jack. How do you sell 'em, Dutch?
Dutch [incensed]. You tink I vould sell dem on Christmas? Vot you take me for, hein? Haf some—it's a bresunt. [Passes them about, and then takes up his stand (R. front) just behind the boys. Pepper steps forward and stands beside the platform. Makes a fine sweeping bow to the boys.]