(exeunt, Fairies
Gus. Well, I flatter myself, that was nicely done. Other fellows may have some trouble in managing the ladies, but it is no trouble at all, when you know how. Gussie old boy, you are clevah, deucedly clevah.
Enter, Santa Claus, C.
Santa. Well my good fellow, are all things prepared? Is the Directory ready for my journey to-night?
Gus. (making profound bow) Yes, your majesty, it will be ready in fifteen minutes.
(sits at table, L., and writes
Santa. By-the-way, Gus—
Gus. (interrupting) Gussie, sir, Gussie.
Santa. Well, Gussie, how are the children panning out this year? Are there as many as usual?
Gus. More, your majesty, many more.