Meeny. Neither do any of us.
Klinker. I don't want to miss nothing neither.
Schwillie. No, und I don't neither.
All. Now, what is the secret, Tomasso?
Tomasso (loudly). It is not my secret. It is Anita's secret.
All. Well, what is Anita's secret.
Tomasso. She wouldn't tell me.
All (turn away very much disappointed). Oh!
Tomasso. She's promised to tell us all in the morning. She said that would be her Christmas present to us—to tell us the secret. (All sit or recline around the stage. Lower the lights.)
Sergius. It seems so strange to spend Christmas Eve away out here in the middle of the ocean.