Nell. I don’t know. Oh, dear! I wish it was morning!
Harry. I want a new sled. Mine’s all broken.
Nell. I want a new doll’s crib. My littlest dolly hasn’t anywhere to sleep except a bureau drawer.
Harry. Mother said you needed a new pair of eyes—ones that won’t cry so easily.
Nell. She said you needed a new pair of hands—the kind that won’t slap and pinch people.
Harry. [Reaching out and drawing the Mother Goose book over to him, and pointing to the cover.] I think Mother Goose needs a new cap. Hers has never looked like much since we spilt molasses candy on it.
Nell. Oh, if Santa Claus ever brought the Mother
Goose people anything—they all need things. [She draws closer to Harry, and they open the book between them.] Miss Muffet’s footstool has holes through it, look! Mother says I poked those with the scissors when I was little.
Harry. [Turning a page.] And Boy Blue needs a new horn. He must be tired of that tin one.