"Say, little Jingle Bells, you and your friend!"
"Cut it out, Herm! If we want to be down on Cedar Street by—"
"What's your hurry, little one?"
"It ain't mine; it belongs to the management."
"Won't you join us?"
"Herm, that job-lot of sweaters—"
"Oh, come on, little Jingle Bells!"
"My friend, too?"
"Sure your friend."
They teetered, the two of them like animated dolls, arm in arm, and so at ease.