Dot [crossing to Sarah]. Sarah, please fasten my thread.... Now, my spectacle-wiper is done. Oh, boys, don't you wish it was to-morrow morning!
Tom. You bet! I'm going to do Papa's knife up in a great big bundle, so he'll think it's a pair of slippers or a book, anyway, and see how surprised he'll be.
Charlie [clapping his hands]. What fun! Say, Tom, don't you wish we could see Santa Claus?
Phil. Let's try and stay awake all night.
Dot. No! you bad boys! Santa Claus doesn't like to have children see him when he comes to put things in the stockings.
Daisy. No, of course he doesn't. And, besides, Mamma has a better way. She told me to ask you all whether you would rather hang your stockings this year, or get Santa Claus to come and bring us a tree.
Charlie. Oh, jolly! But how is Santa Claus going to know in time?
Phil. That's what I'd like to know.
Daisy. I asked Papa that, and he said, Oh, he guessed he could telegraph.