MEENY. If he did it would make him awful seasick. KLINKER. I wish we was landed in New York yet, so I do. SCHWILLIE. Where is Anita? She'll know. HULDA. Yes, Anita will know whether he is coming or not. She knows almost everything. PADDY MIKE (_standing at rear L._). Here comes Anita now, and sure she's having a grand time, so she is. ALL (_rising and going to rear, looking off L._). Here she comes. Hurrah for Anita. (_Music: The same as for the Opening Song._) TOMASSO (_calling_). Anita, Anita, come here quick. We want you. ANITA (_outside L._). I'm coming. Wait a minute. I'm coming. _Music swells louder._ ANITA _dances in from L., all sing as she dances around, waving her tambourine._ ALL (_singing to tune of the "Opening Song"_). We're sailing to America, Away across the sea, We're happy little immigrants, Our hearts are light and free. Then clap, clap, clap together, (_All skip around._) Clap, clap away; The steerage is a happy place-- Tomorrow's Christmas Day. ANITA (_comes forward to C. surrounded by the others_). Oh, I've just had the grandest time. It was so superb, magnificent, sublime! (_Extends arms in ecstasy._) I have-a been at the leetla window watching the great, grand, magnificent ocean. It was all so blue and so green and so purple--and the sinking sun is all shining on the great-a, beeg waves, like-a sparkling diamonds. (_Use elaborate gestures at all times._) And me, the poor, leetla Italian girl, gets to see all this great-a, grand-a ocean. It is superb, magnificent, sublime! Ah, I am so happy, I could sing and dance and kees everybody on the great-a, grand-a earth! MEENY (_at L._). Vot makes you so happy, Anita? Maybe I'd be happy yet also, if I didn't get seasick once in a while. ANITA. What makes me so happy, Meeny? It's the sun and the waves, and the sunlight shining like diamonds on the great-a, grand-a ocean. Are you not also happy, Biddy Mary? BIDDY MARY (_standing by_ ANITA). I am not. Sure, I niver do be having time to be seeing diamonds on the great big waves. I have to be hard at work, so I do, peeling the praties for our Christmas breakfast. ANITA. I watched the great-a red sun as he began to sink, sink, sink way down in the ocean. And the beeg-a waves got more beeg and more beeg and on top of them I saw long white lace fringe. The green silk waves were all-a trimmed with white lace fringe. And sometimes I think I see the leetla mermaid fairies dancing in the foam. Leetla green and white mermaids with the long long-a hair. TOMASSO (_at R._). You make-a me seek, Anita. There is-a no such things as fairies. ANITA. But I love to _think_ there is. It is a great, grand-a pleasure just to think there is. Is it not, Meeny? MEENY (_stolidly_). Oh, sure.