And you came all the way to the North Pole, to bring me this medicine? says SANTA CLAUS, looking from Polly to Jack and back to Polly again. How did you get here?
First, we went up the chimney, says JACK, I saw the steps with the fairy spectacles, you know.
And then, says POLLY, I held fast hold of his hand, and wished. I had the wishing-cap, you see.
But weren't you afraid? asks SANTA CLAUS. When you climbed up the black chimney, and when you stood on the top, in the black night under the stars, and when you came flying through the air, weren't you frightened?
Well, it wasn't much fun, says POLLY, but we didn't know how else to get here.
And we knew you were sick, says JACK.
But, asks SANTA CLAUS, what difference did it make to you children whether an old man like me was sick or not?
Why, Santa Claus, answers POLLY, we all just love you, you know.
Well, well, says SANTA CLAUS. Then he lays down his cane on the floor, and stretches himself, and stands up, and walks across the room without hobbling at all.
How do you feel now? asks JACK.