[Puzzled, as the children, shrilling their delight, descend upon the gifts.]
Say, Santa Claus, I didn’t know you had a family.
Slim
[With infinite disgust.]
Kid, yuh said a mout’ful!
David
Are they all related to you?
Bill
[Not too modestly.]
Me eight brudders an’ sisters—count ’em. Bessie—an’ Pete—dey’re twins. An’ Maggie—dat’s her holdin’ de baby—an’ T’eodore—an’ Annie—an’ Grover—an’ Woodrow—an’ Calvin—dat’s de baby.