David
[Hesitates; rises; looks at his father; looks at Bill—and then, to his father’s unutterable horror, runs to Bill.]
You won’t mind, will you, Santa Claus?
[Bill is silent.]
Millman
[In a tone like that of a whiplash.]
Answer him!
Bill
[Addressing David, and exceedingly gruff.]
W’at do yuh mean, kid?