The Father.

[Tiptoes toward the beds.] Sound asleep as when

I kissed them all good-night!

The Mother.

[Tiptoes toward beds.] All sound asleep

As when I sang them off to sleep! And, see!

Their precious little stockings all a-row!

The Father.

[Proudly.] And not so little either! Children grow

Like weeds! God bless them!