Well, I suppose it means the Boches must march A long, long way before they reach it, eh? There's Canada. They'll have to march through that. Then India, and that's huge. Why, Nanko says There are three hundred million people there, And all their soldiers ride on elephants. Poor Boches! I'm sorry for them. Nanko says They're trying to ride across two thousand years In motor-cars. It's easy enough to ride Two thousand miles; but not two thousand years. (_She runs to the stocking and examines it. TARRASCH and BRANDER return to the table and eat and drink._) There's nothing in the stocking. Never mind, Nanko, when Christmas really comes, you'll see. (_With a sudden note of fear in her voice._) Mother, where's father? RADA (_putting an arm round her_). He will soon be with us. It's all right, darling. BETTINE. Mother, mayn't we try The new tunes on the gramophone? NANKO. Now, wait! I've an idea. It's Christmas Eve, you know. We'll celebrate it. Where's the Christmas-tree? We'll get that ready first. (_BETTINE pulls the little Christmas-tree out from the corner. RADA glances from the child to the men, as if hoping that her play will win them to help her._) BETTINE. It's nearly a week, Isn't it, Nanko, since you had your tree? BRANDER. Here, put it on the table. NANKO (_clapping his hands_). Yes, that's best. I fear that we shall want a new tree, soon. This one is withered. See how the needles drop. There's no green left. It's growing old, Bettine. What shall we hang on it? TARRASCH. What d' you think Of that now? (_He hangs his revolver on the tree._) BETTINE (_laughing merrily_). Oh! Oh! What a great big pistol! That'll be father's present! And now what else? NANKO (_eagerly_). What else? BRANDER. Well, what do you say to a ring, Bettine? How prettily it hangs upon the bough! Isn't that fine? (_He hangs the ring upon the tree._) BETTINE (_staring at it_). It's just like father's ring! TARRASCH. Now light the candles. Isn't it? NANKO (_clapping his hands and capering_). Yes, that's right! Light all the little candles on the tree! Oh, doesn't the pistol shine, doesn't the ring Glitter! BETTINE. But oh, it _is_ like father's ring. He had a little piece of mother's hair Plaited inside it, just like that. It _is_ My father's ring. RADA. No; there are many others, Bettine, just like it, hundreds, hundreds of others. BRANDER. And now--what's in that package over there? BETTINE. Oh, that's the new tunes for the gramophone. That's father's Christmas present to us all. NANKO.