Didn’t git nothin’ from Santy Claus. Ha, ha!
Katie:
Let’s play a game.
Jones:
We used to play a game called “Kiss the Cook.” When someone like Mrs. O’Brien had made some Christmas cookies or cakes, the one who chased her an’ stole a kiss got some of her baking to eat. [Others laugh.] Now I’m going to steal a kiss from Mrs. O’Brien an’ get a cookie.
Mrs. O’Brien:
[jumping up] Indade, ye’ll not kiss me, Mister Jones. [She starts to run around the room as fast as she can go, Jones after her, the others cheering them and laughing. Katie and Rosie dance about and clap their hands. Jones bumps into a chair and falls onto the floor.]
Dannie:
That’s the first race I’ve ever seen.
Mrs. O’B.: