Children. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Toinette!
Toinette. Oh, oh! what do I see? [Sits down in her place.] Oh, did you make these lovely things, children?
Pierre. Yes, mademoiselle, we did!
Marc. Every one of them.
Marie. Nobody helped us.
Jeannette. All for you, Toinette, all for you! [Leaves her chair and throws her arms around Toinette.]
Toinette [kissing her]. Oh, thank you, thank you! How beautifully these are made. [Looks them over one at a time.] How good everyone is. I'm so happy I don't know what to do.
Pierre. And to-morrow's Christmas! Hurrah!
Mother. Yes, dear, but if you don't go to bed and to sleep, Christmas won't come. [Takes Jeannette by the hand.] We will leave you to finish, Toinette.
Children. Good-night, Toinette!