Jack. We do need a new pail, sure enough. Look at this one! We couldn’t carry a cupful of water in it, even if we didn’t tumble down.
Jill. And we don’t usually tumble down, of course. It was just that once.
Boy Blue. [In the doorway, loud whisper.] Hello, Jack! Hello, Jill! Anybody else here?
Jack and Jill. Hello, Boy Blue! Come in!
Jack. We were just talking about Santa Claus.
Boy Blue. [Entering.] Oh, you heard what the children said. So did I.
Jill. And we do need a new pail.
Jack. [Holding out pail.] Look!
Boy Blue. Yes, I suppose you do. But look at my horn! It’s all battered up climbing stone walls after those tiresome cows.
Jill. Of course!