Virgil (gruff voice)—Wal, wal, childern, didn’t expec’ ter see me here today, did ye? Wal, here I be an’ I hope yer al glad to see Santy. Now fust thing, I want ter know HAVE YE BEEN GOOD CHILDERN? Have ye? (pause) Have ye been good?
Tilly (faintly)—Yes, ma’am.
Billy—Oh, boo-hoo-hoo, boo-hoo-hoo, boo-hoo-hoo!
Mrs. Skaggs—W’y, Billy, what’s the matter?
Billy—Boo-hoo-hoo, boo-hoo-hoo! I’m ’fraid of Santy Claus.
Mrs. Skaggs—Now, Billy, Santy won’t hurt you none.
Billy (bawling)—I want to go home. I want to go home (cries louder and falls down on floor).
Mrs. Skaggs—Oh, I’m ’fraid he’ll have a fit he’s so skeered. (to teacher) Tell ’im to take off his face so’s Billy can see ’im (teacher runs and talks to Virgil who pulls off his false face).
Teacher—See, Billy, it’s only Virgil.