Anita. I just said, oh.
Jack Frost. Well, then, hello. (Climbs out of the barrel.)
Anita. Hello.
Jack Frost (goes to her). You aren't frightened, are you?
Anita (at R.). Well, I'm a leetla frightened, but not verra much.
Jack Frost. Why? I won't hurt you.
Anita. You came up so sudden. I never expected to find a boy in that barrel. And you are such a queer looking boy.
Jack Frost. Boy? I'm not a boy.
Anita. You're not? You look like a boy. You're not a girl, are you?
Jack Frost (indignantly). Well, I should say not! I'm just a kind of a sort of a kind of an idea, that's all. I'm your imagination.