MR. HUBBARD. Of course, dear! How forgetful of me! . . . Children--'shun! (Listen! Their heels click as they come to attention) Number! (Their voices--alternate boy and girl, one to nine--are heard) Right _turn_! MRS. HUBBARD. Darling one, I almost seem to hear them! MR. HUBBARD. Are you ready, my love? MRS. HUBBARD. Yes, Henry. MR. HUBBARD. Quick march! (The children are heard tramping off. Very proudly MR. and MRS. HUBBARD bring up the rear.) SCENE IV.--The Court of FATHER CHRISTMAS. Shall we describe it? No. But there is everything there which any reasonable person could want, from ices to catapults. And the decorations, done in candy so that you can break off a piece whenever you are hungry, are superb. 1ST USHER (from the back). Father Christmas! SEVERAL USHERS (from the front). Father Christmas! (He comes in.) FATHER CHRISTMAS (genially). Good evening, everybody. (I ought to have said that there are already some hundreds of people there, though how some of them got invitations--but, after all, that is not our business. Wishing to put them quite at their ease, FATHER CHRISTMAS, who has a very creditable baritone, gives them a song. After the applause which follows it, he retires to the throne at the back, and awaits his more important guests. The USHERS take up their places, one at the entrance, one close to the throne.) 1ST USHER. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Hubbard! (They come in.) MR. HUBBARD (pressing twopence into his palm). Thank you, my man, thank you. 2ND USHER. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Hubbard. MR. HUBBARD (handing out another twopence). Not at all, my man, not at all. (MRS. HUBBARD curtsies and MR. HUBBARD bows to FATHER CHRISTMAS.) FATHER CHRISTMAS. I am delighted to welcome you to my Court. How are you both? MR. HUBBARD. Very well, thank you, sir. My wife has a slight cold in one foot, owing to-- MRS. HUBBARD (hastily). A touch of gout, sir, inherited from my ancestors, the Montmorency-Smythes. FATHER CHRISTMAS. Dear me, it won't prevent you dancing, I hope? MRS. HUBBARD. Oh no, sir. FATHER CHRISTMAS. That's right. We shall have a few more friends coming in soon. You have been giving each other presents already, I see. I congratulate you, madam, on your husband's taste. MRS. HUBBARD (touching her necklace). Oh no, this is a very old heirloom of the Montmorency-Smythe family. MR. HUBBARD. An ancestress of Mrs. Hubbard's--a lady-in-waiting at the Tottenham Court--at the Tudor Court--was fortunate enough to catch the eye of--er-- MRS. HUBBARD. Elizabeth. MR. HUBBARD. Queen Elizabeth, and--er-- FATHER CHRISTMAS. I see. You are lucky, madam, to have such beautiful jewels. (Turning to MR. HUBBARD) And this delightful gold Albert watch-chain-- MR. HUBBARD. Presented to an ancestor of mine, Sir Humphrey de Hubbard, at the battle of--er-- MRS. HUBBARD. Agincourt. MR. HUBBARD. As you say, dear, Agincourt. By King Richard the--I should say William the--well, by the King. FATHER CHRISTMAS. How very interesting.