“Say, now, ain’t you fooling me? Are you honestly Santy Claus’s little boy?”
“Say yourself,” answered the other, “doesn’t your father remember when he was little he had a Santy Claus?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t your father’s father have a Santy Claus?”
“I s’pose so.”
“Well, do you suppose it’s the same Santy Claus? Somebody’s got to keep the business goin’.”
“And will you be Santy Claus—the real Santy Claus—when you grow up?” asked the Man Mite.
“Oh, I s’pose so,” answered the other, carelessly.
“You s’pose so! Don’t you want to be?”
“Naw; I want to be the conductor on a dog train. Say, they made the run this year in three months an’ two days. Wasn’t that flyin’?”