Laura. Certainly I can, poor little soul. Such a lot of things have come—ever so much more than the children need. I'll look them over. [Going.]
LeB. Wait a minute—have you any fruit in your rooms?
Laura. Yes—a whole dish. I'll bring it. [Exit.]
LeB. [rummaging about on dresser]. Er gob er candy fer de toe-hole. Ah—this will do nicely. [Finds box of candy. Enter Laura with fruit.]
Laura. Here, Henri, fill her stocking with these. I'll get some toys. [Exit. LeBreton takes dish, and sits down to fill stocking.]
LeB. [working busily]. Er gob er candy—there, that's it. An' er o'ange fer the heel-hole. Good! Here are the nuts an' reesins for all the other holes—and bananas for the leg! [Enter Laura. LeBreton holds up stocking proudly for her inspection.] There! I flatter myself I'm good at the business, though you may say that that leg is hardly as fat as Minty-Malviny's own.
[Laura laughs approval, and busies herself
arranging doll in armchair, with other
toys about her. LeBreton tries to hang stocking.
LeB. Oh, hang it!
Laura. What, the stocking?
LeB. Yes—no—yes, that's exactly what I can't do! Come and help me, will you? [They struggle with it together, making some noise.]