The Raisin Doll pranced over to the end of the hearth, made a quick bow, and politely began:
“Ladies and Gentlemen:”
Everybody giggled, but he went bravely on.
“I don’t seem to remember the day I was born.”
“Not many do,” whispered one to another.
“It isn’t polite to interrupt,” frowned the speaker.
“The first thing I remember a whole bunch of us was hanging from a vine—”
“Ha! Ha! Ha!” shouted the chorus. “A whole bunch of him was hanging from a vine!”
“Well, there was a whole bunch of us, and as I looked about I saw many bunches and many, many vines.