Nan. Now it's yours, Mary dear.
Santa Claus (taking Mary's stocking). Now for the next one. No time to lose. This is a busy night for St. Nick. 'Way down in the very tip-toe shall go this bright little watch, to tick away the happy minutes of the New Year for mother's own little woman.
Nan. You hear that, Tommy.
Tommy. Don't you believe it.
Santa Claus. This work-basket must go outside with the books. And now for the next. Well, this is a big one.
Tommy (in an undertone). I borrowed it of cook—the longest and biggest she had.
Santa Claus (deliberately regarding Tommy's stocking). Is it possible there is a greedy child here?
Nan. Now, Tommy, aren't you ashamed of yourself.
Santa Claus (reflectively). A greedy child. I hope not, I hope not. Well, we'll see. We'll soon see (searching his pack). Here is a splendid pair of skates for a good boy—