Bub and Sonny. Oh, did we!
Bub. It was just right!
Peter. Can you think of anything that would be an improvement—for a Christmas celebration, you know?
Bub [embarrassed]. Well, Mr. Pepper—you see—we've always heard the other children telling about Christmas—and Christmas Trees—and we did wish we could see one. This is next best, you know—but we did wish we could see a tree.
Pepper [nods to clowns]. Well,—I'm not Herman—nor yet old Santa Claus, but I guess I can do this trick. [Waves his whip, and the two clowns suddenly throw back the canvas (back Center) and disclose a small tree, lighted and raised high, framed by the sides of the tent.]
Bub [claps his hands]. Oh, is that what a Christmas Tree looks like!
Sonny. Oh, Bub, let's go and see it. [They slip down from their places and slowly approach the tree. Farmer makes as if to seize them.]
Dutch [catching his arm]. No, sir,—you vaits shtill longer a leetle bit!
Sonny. Oh, Bub, look at all the pretty shiny things.
Bub. And candy, Sonny, and toys, and the star on top! [The men fairly swell with pride.]