[Mother Goose comes forward a little.]
Santa Claus. You’ve hurt my feelings, terribly.
Jack. Not half so much as you’ve hurt ours.
Santa Claus. What? What’s this?
All. You never gave us a present.
Jill. Never in all our lives.
Bo-Peep. And we feel badly.
Boy Blue. Terribly.
All. Terribly.
Miss Muffet. [Coming up to his knee.]
And I want a new tuffet, and a new spider—a yellow one.