Enter Johnny, L.
Johnny. By Jinks! the critter’s hauled the sleigh down from the rafters; broke it all to smash!
Enter Sally, L.
Sally. O, mother, he’s stepped into your tub of eggs, and there ain’t a whole one left.
Mrs. S. I told you so. O, Silas, how could you?
Silas. Are you all crazy? Who has trampled the melons? Who has pickled the cucumbers? Who has smashed the sleigh? And who has sucked the eggs? I pause for a reply.
All. (In chorus.) Your elephant!
Silas. My elephant? My elephant? Pooh! Nonsense! I don’t own any such critter.
Johnny. Say, dad, have yer forgotten the auction yesterday—the tiger, and the monkey, and the elephant?