Jim. No, and he never goes to Nicky Smith's house, nor Eddy Warren's, nor Jakey White's. They told me so. Here comes another man. Post, sir? [Man shakes his head.]
Polly. Jim got me some candy last Christmas, and Granny gave me a doll, only its head came off the next day.
Jim. That's an awful nice sled.
Dick. Haven't you got any sled?
Jim. No, but I coast on a board sometimes.
Dick. I'll let you try Comet. Don't you want to take Polly down?
Dot. Oh, yes, go; we'll take care of the papers.
Dick. Let's change places; we'll sell papers and you coast. And you must take our coats too. [Pulls off his things, Dot following his example.] Because the wind just whistles right through you, I tell you, when you go down that hill.
Dot. Oh, yes.