Lucy. Oh, what a beautiful carol! I'll call in the minstrel.
Mrs. B. Yes, run Lucy! [Exit LUCY.]
Mr. B. Set a chair by the fire, Tommy.
[Enter LUCY, with old minstrel carrying harp.]
Minstrel. Good even, gentle folks, and a merry Christmas to you all!
Mrs. B. Come sit by the fire. Tommy placed the chair for you. It is cold outside.
Minstrel. Thank you kindly, ma'am. So Tommy set the chair for the old man? Where is Master Tommy? Ah, there's my little man! Come here, Tommy. That's right. So, up, on my knee. Why, that's a bright face now! And it ought to be bright, too; for this is Christmas Eve, merry Christmas Eve, the children's happy time. Tommy, I remember when I was as young as you are. I had a little sister.
Tommy. I have a little sister, too.
Minstrel. Oh, you have a little sister, eh! Where is she, then?
Tommy [pointing]. Over there, in the corner.