I’ll say that’s a fine present. Won’t Dannie think we’re a h—h—han’some family? Hurrah for Dannie. [He joins hands with Katie and they dance joyously around the room while the others laugh.]
Mrs. M.:
We have been savin’ up our earning’s many a long month to git Dannie’s eyes cured if there came a time when the doctor said it could be done. Now he’s had the operation an’ the doctors say they think the dear boy is goin’ to see, bless ’im, an’ we don’t care, not a little mite, ’cause it’s taken all our money an’ we can’t have any Christmas prisints, do we?
Katie:
No, no, all the present we want is for Dannie to see.
Rosie:
I don’t even care for a doll—if Dannie won’t think I’m homely.
Mrs. M.:
I want you all to say: We don’t care for presents if Dannie can see.
The Others: