Mrs. C. What is the child saying?
Omnes. She says she wants a man!
Santa. (aside) Caught out on a foul! How am I to get out of this predicament? I have given my word and I would rather break a dollar bill than break my word. (thinks) Ah, I have it! I will bring her a man, but oh, such a man! I will bring her a boodler, a fee-grabber, a Farmer’s Alliance advocate, ha! ha! ha! She will be disgusted with the whole race and I will save my honor and my child. (turns to Kitty.) Daughter, you shall have your man.
During this speech all indulge in business of surprise at Kitty’s rash request.
Kitty. Papa, you are a gem!
Santa. A gem, daughter? You mean a jewel do you not?
Gus. No she means tin-types; three for a quarter, doncherno. (sleigh-bells heard off R., Gussie in horror) Great smoke! There goes that chestnut bell again.
Santa. Ah! my sleigh and my fleet-footed reindeers are ready. I must away.
Enter, Footman and Coachman, C., and stand one on each side of entrance.
Footman. Your majesty, we are ready.