Biddy Mary. Sure, that's beautiful. It takes me back again to dear ould Ireland where the River Shannon flows.
Hulda. What do you do in Ireland the night before Christmas, Biddy Mary?
Meeny. Do you have a Christmas tree like we do in Germany?
Biddy Mary. We do not. We don't have any tree at all, at all.
Paddy Mike. And we don't get many presents. But it's a fine time we have for all that. Instead of getting presents, we have the fun of giving presents—and that's the finest thing in all the world, so it is, to make the other fellow happy. Sure, I just love to give presents.
Klinker. You can give me some if you want to.
Schwillie. Und me also some.
Biddy Mary. But where would we be getting presents out here in the middle of the ocean? In dear ould Ireland sure it's a fine time we're after having on Christmas Day.
Paddy Mike. It is that. With the fiddles playing and the dancers dancing and the fine suppers upon the table.
Sergius. In Russia we always set a table in front of the window and put a fine linen cloth on it. (Produces white lace-edged cloth.) Here is the cloth, but we have no window.