Santa Claus [bravely]. That’s so. I had forgotten. I will go right home now where I belong and get the toys and things ready. [Exit.]
Billy Bundy [entering]. Now that you have got Santa Claus down to business, what will you do to get the Queen to do her part? She told us never to interrupt her when a guest is present unless it is a matter of life and death.
Flossie Fixit. I’ll show you. [Exit.]
[Returns with Thomas Page, a telegram in his hand.]
Prince and Queen enter, much absorbed in each other. Thomas Page hands telegram to Prince.
Prince [reads aloud the telegram]. “Come quickly. The house is on fire. I will be burned up if you do not rescue me. Mother.”
Queen. You must fly—at once!
Prince. Oh, my poor Mother! [Gazing into the face of the Queen.] But how can I leave you?
Queen. You must—and quickly!
Exit Prince hurriedly, waving “Good-bye” to Queen.