and finally consults a pocket memorandum book.]
You’re Dick and Betty Martin? [They nod shyly.]
Yes, that’s right:
They’re miles away from home—a pretty plight!
Good youngsters, too; I’ve got ’em on my list;
And just to think, my call they might have missed!
Suppose I let you have your presents now—
[To children.]
Queen. [Interrupting.]
But, Santa dear, that doesn’t fix it! How