ANITA. And that is why we should all be so verra, verra happy. We can think such-a lovely things. The poor leetla children at-a home, pouf! They cannot think such things, because they have never seen such a great, beeg-a ship, or such a great, beeg-a ocean-- SERGIUS. Or a whale. PADDY MIKE. Or a sailor man. HULDA. Or a nice little steerage bed built just like a shelf in the wall. TOMASSO. Or the great beeg-a engine that makes the ship go. MEENY. Or the tons and tons of coal vay down deep by the cellar. SERGIUS (_mocking her_). Way down deep by the cellar! Whoever heard of a cellar on board of a ship? You mean--down in the hatch. MEENY. Hatch? Vot is dot hatch? Dis ain't a chicken, it's a boat. (_All laugh._) KLINKER (_takes_ SCHWILLIE _by the hand and goes to_ ANITA). Anita, we want to ask you a question. ANITA. Well, and what is the question of the leetla Dutch twins? SCHWILLIE. Tonight is the night before Christmas. KLINKER. Und we want to know if the good Saint Nicholas is coming tonight. ANITA. I don't know. You see it would be a great beeg-a, long-a trip way out here on the ocean. KLINKER (_half crying_). But I want him to come. I've been a awful good boy, isn't I, Schwillie Willie Winkum? SCHWILLIE. Sure, you is. Und me also, ain't I, Klinker? ANITA. If you have both been verra, verra good I think that maybe the good Saint will come. (_Looks around._) Have you all been verra, verra good? OTHERS. Yes, all of us. HANS. We're always very, very good at Christmas time. AH GOO. Me velly, _velly_ good. ANITA (_points off R._). See, way up there on the upper deck, are the rich, grand-a ladies and gentlemen coming out from the great, beeg-a dining-room. If you go and stand under the hole maybe they'll throw you some oranges or candy. They're awful nice peoples on the upper deck. MEENY. Let's all go right away quick. Maybe we'll get some oranges und candy. KLINKER. Oh, how I do love oranges und candy, don't I, Schwillie Willie Winkum? SCHWILLIE. Sure, und me also, don't I, Klinker? SERGIUS. Let us all go together. (_All come forward and sing to tune of the Opening Song._) We're happy little immigrants, We'll sing our happy song, Our hearts are light, our faces bright-- The good ship speeds along. Then clap, clap, clap together, Clap, clap away; The steerage is a happy place-- Tomorrow's Christmas Day. (_All the children except_ ANITA _go out at R., repeating the chorus of their song._)