Louise. Are those your Christmas presents?
Philip. Was your stocking just awful full?
Annette. Just plumb full? Ours were.
M.-M. Yes'm, hit sho'ly wuz!
Louise. What nice things—did Santa Claus leave them for you?
M.-M. Yes'm. Ole Santa Claus done brung 'em, an' I never 'lowed he'd gib 'em to no pickaninny [with lowered voice], so I powd'ed myse'f up an' let on lak I'ze er white chile!
Annette. You did! What fun!
M.-M. An' den he come down dat chimbly an' seed me.
Philip. Right down this chimney? [Slips off LeBreton's knee, and runs to look up chimney. LeBreton rises and stands by Laura.]
M.-M. Sho's you bawn, honey!