Gus. You will have no work to do, nothing to do but sit on your throne and make laws for the government of your Kingdom. A monarch is never supposed to do anything for himself; there will be hosts of servants at hand to do your bidding; and I, as your private secretary, will ever be at your side ready to carry out your desires as soon, or even before, they are expressed.
O’Rourke. All roight, Oi’ll go you wan for luck. Begorra this job is ace and joker ahead of the perlice force.
Gus. I am glad that you are willing to assume the responsibilities of the office sir. No time need be lost; we will proceed with the coronation ceremonies at once.
(pulls bell-rope: noise as before
O’Rourke. The corneration ceremonies? An’ phwat might them same be now?
Gus. You shall soon see. I have summoned all of the royal household, including Santa Claus himself; he will renounce his title and the throne, and will publicly proclaim you king with the title of Santa Claus the II.
O’Rourke struts up and down the stage arranging his collar and tie. Santa Claus enters L. U. E., with Mrs. Claus and Kitty on either arm; comes down stage L., followed by the Holidays; Fairies enter R. U. E.; Footman and Coachman enter C., and stand on each side of the door.
O’Rourke. Ah! there’s Kitty. Swate girrul, that Kitty. Oi say, Kitty, ain’t Oi a darlint in my new suit of clothes?
Kitty. You are indeed a charming creature, Mr. O’Rourke. Are you for sale?
O’Rourke. Oi don’t know. Oi’ll come hoigh if Oi am. Oi’m the only wan av me that’s left.