(Musician. Enter right, carrying bass viol.)
(Night Watchman: Enter left, eight o’clock and all’s well. Exit right. Note by this time the village streets are nearly deserted.)
(Enter Ethel. Enter Harold. Immediately following exit of Watchman after his 8 o’clock round, Harold and Ethel enter from left stage—Harold is leading Ethel by the hand. They look around from one side of the street to the other, which at this time is deserted.)
Ethel: I don’t believe Santa lives here.
Harold: Neither do I—I expect he lives in a big house, like the Earl of Crewe.
Ethel: I am beginning to think we shall not find Santa at all.
Harold: Oh, yes, sis, we will find him—don’t get discouraged.
Ethel: But you are forgetting it is nearly time for him to start out on his long journey.
Harold: I have not forgotten that, but I am thinking that it takes a big factory to hold all the toys Santa has made since last year.