Santa Claus [gathering up his bundles, hurries to the door and speaks jovially]. Come, Mrs. Santa, we must now distribute the gifts.
Queen [sweetly]. I have done my part.
Santa Claus [stands dumbfounded a moment]. The time is so short now. I cannot distribute all the gifts in time without your help.
[Queen is resolute and will not go.]
Santa Claus [starts regretfully for his sleigh. Coming back, playfully]. You are not a very satisfactory wife for a Santa Claus. [Queen looks reproachfully at him.]
Santa Claus gathers the little Queen in his arms for a moment, then exit. Enters sleigh and reindeer prances off, bells ringing.
Queen [throwing herself upon the couch, gracefully, but sadly]. I don’t believe Santa Claus loves me any more. Oh, why did the Prince have to die? [She weeps. Presently she falls asleep.]
Flossie Fixit [to Billy Bundy and Thomas Page]. Step softly. The Queen is asleep.
Billy Bundy. Sister Flossie, the Queen is very unhappy. You’ve got her married to the wrong man. What can we do? What can we do?
Flossie Fixit. Why, it wasn’t I who did that. It was you.