[Enter man.
Man. Got a Times, boy?
Dick. Yes, sir, last one. [Exit man. Enter Jim and Polly.] Sold the last paper, Jim. Here's the money. We've got to go home now. [Changing coats.] Jim, I think it's very queer about Santa Claus. Is your house hard to find?
Jim. No, it's just right down this street, there on Friendship Alley. We're awfully much obliged for the ride. The Comet's a beauty.
Polly. I never was on a sled before.
Dot. Weren't you? We'll let you have ours again, sometime.
Dick and Dot. Good-night. [Exeunt.]
Jim. That's an awfully nice little chap, Polly.
Polly. Why, Jim, he's 'most as big as you are.
Jim. Oh, well, he's little somehow. I take care of you and that makes me big. Let's go home to Granny. [Takes her hand. Exeunt, singing another verse of their carol.]