Anita (looking up and off R.). I can't see a thing.
Jack Frost. Here's a telescope. Look through that. (Takes home-made telescope from his barrel.) Now do you see anything?
Anita. Oh, no; now I cannot even see the stars or the moon.
Jack Frost. Of course you can't. You are looking through the wrong end. Turn it around.
Anita (looks up and off R. through telescope). Oh, now I can see the stars. And, oh, look! I see a leetla, teeny-weeny thing way, way off—far up in the sky. Look, Jack Frost, is that the air ship?
(Fast music, played softly.)
Jack Frost (looks through the telescope). Yes, I believe it is.
Anita (dances wildly about the stage). Oh, he's coming, he's coming. I'm going to get to see Santa Claus! Is it not wonderful? I'm going to see him. Let me look. (Takes telescope.) Oh, it's getting bigger and bigger and bigger!
Sleigh bells heard outside at R., far away in the distance.
Jack Frost (capering around). Hurray! daddy's coming! daddy's coming!