Santa. Yes, Gussie, think! think! I know not if dudes have a thinker, but if you have thinks to think, prepare to think them now Gussie, prepare to think them now. (Santa drops in chair at table overcome by emotion, while Gussie walks up and down the room in comical attitude of thinking.) Your thinker seems to be working rather slowly, Gussie; time is very precious to me now.
(Gussie stops suddenly and claps his hands
Gus. I have it!
Santa. Good! What is it?
Gus. It is a plan to circumvent this Hibernian rogue, a very simple plan, but clever, deucedly clever and reflects great credit upon it’s author.
Santa. Gussie, if your plan succeeds, I’ll raise your salary to $12.00 a month.
Gus. I hear some one approaching. I will not have time to explain my plan in detail, but you must promise to make no objection to any of my actions while I am carrying the plan out, and I assure you all will be right in the end.
Enter, O’Rourke, R. U. E.
Santa. (hesitating) I will do as you wish.
(exit, L.