(dances around the room to keep warm
Enter, Kitty, C., unobserved by O’Rourke and watches him for a time.
Kitty. What are you doing there?
O’Rourke. (still dancing and not looking around) Kaping warrum to be coorse. Did yez think Oi was saying moi prayers?
Kitty. Are you a man?
O’Rourke. Av coorse Oi’m a man. Phwat did yez take me for, a statty of Venus?
(strokes his chin whiskers
Kitty. Then you must be the man my papa was to bring me.
O’Rourke. Yis, Oi’m yer man. (stops dancing and looks at her) Why, begorra it’s a girrul! How do you do, Miss Cleveland?
Kitty. My name is not Cleveland, sir: My name is Kitty Claus; I am the daughter of Santa Claus.