Mrs. Cratchit. Everything is ready. Bob, you and Betty run across the street to the baker's and fetch the goose.
Bob. Come on, Betty. (Runs out R. with Betty.)
Mrs. Cratchit. I've got the gravy to heat, right away. Peter, mash the potatoes. Belinda, sweeten up the apple sauce! Martha, the hot plates! (All bustle around, setting table. Cratchit with Tim, on his knee, sit before the fire.)
Belinda. We haven't got enough chairs, mumsy.
Cratchit. This young shaver can sit on my knee.
Mrs. Cratchit. Peter, set up the chairs.
Enter Bob and Betty from R. bearing a roast goose in a baking pan.
Bob. Here it is, mumsy.
Betty. Here's the goose. (Mrs. Cratchit puts it on plate on table.)
Belinda. What a wonderful goose.