Christmas eve at Mulligan's

by Marie Irish

Oh, why not ev’rybody fix up an’ we’ll have a party an’ play games. Then we won’t mind ’cause we can’t have a Christmas tree.

Mrs. M.:

That’s not a bad idee, a-tall a-tall.

Mulligan:

I’m thinkin’ I’d look a mite better fussed up some. [He and Mrs. M. leave the room.]

Rosie:

Oh, Mr. Jones, I think you’d look nice with your hair parted in the middle, like the clerk in the store where mama buys things. I know Dannie would like to see you with it that way. Won’t you let me fix it?

Jones:

My hair parted in the middle? Say, now, Rosie, do you want to fix me so they’ll steal me an’ put me in the animal show at the circus?

Rosie: