Hulda. Oh, I do hope Santa Claus will come and visit us tonight. But of course he cannot go every place. Some children have to be left out.
Klinker. Yes, that's so; but I hope it ain't us. Don't you, Schwillie Willie Winkum?
Schwillie. Sure, I do. I wish old Santa would hurry up and come, 'cause the old Sandman is here already. I'm getting awful sleepy.
Klinker. Me—I'm getting awful sleepy, too. (Stretches and yawns.)
Tomasso. I wonder what has become of Anita? She said she had a wonderful secret that was-a verra, verra grand.
Meeny. A secret, Tomasso? (Goes to him.)
Tomasso (standing at C.). Yes, a great, beeg, grand-a secret.
Biddy Mary (goes to him and takes his L. arm). Oh, what is it, Tomasso?