Billy Bundy [to Flossie]. I suppose now there will be a scandal and a divorce.
Flossie Fixit. Well, we have got the Christmas things all made, and the little children all over the world will be happy.
Thomas Page. But we must find a way to make the Fairy Queen happy, too, or she will die, and the little children won’t have any Christmas trees, holly or turkeys next year.
Gossip [playfully]. Why didn’t some of you goody, goody, wise people frame up a scheme that would have helped the children out without making the Queen suffer?
Billy Bundy. We would have done so in time.
Flossie Fixit. But there wasn’t any time to lose. You’ll see. It will come out all right.
Thomas Page. I’ll have to see what can be done to make it come out right. I shall see the Fairy Judge of the Supreme Court.
Billy Bundy [horrified]. That means a divorce!
Gossip [looking through spy glass]. Look here, everybody.
Santa Claus in his travels, as seen through the glass, coming down a certain chimney, finds an old lady dressed all in red. She evidently intends to play Mrs. Santa Claus. There is a tree, and stockings by the fireplace, and Santa Claus reads a sign: