My present is a nice box of candy. I certainly thank Santa Claus. [Bows to Jones.]
Katie:
I think it’s sweet candy for a sweet lady.
Jones:
[aside] That’s what I think only I don’t dare say so.
Mrs. M.:
I know I’ll look nice, if I do say so myself as shouldn’t—wearing this lovely collar tomorrow. My, my, how happy we are. Just as soon as tomorrow morning comes, Katie, you an’ Rosie must run over with some of the nuts an’ candy for the Flemming childers, poor little dears.
Rosie:
Oh, mama, can’t I take one of my dolls to little Mary? I know she won’t get any.
Mulligan: