ANITA. Then why don't you guess how old I am? JACK FROST. Cute, ain't you? ANITA. Not so verra cute. I'm going on nine. JACK FROST. Then you're old enough to keep the secret. Now, first you must promise you won't tell until tomorrow morning. ANITA. Cross my heart. (_She does so._) JACK FROST (_crosses to her_). Listen, then; here's the secret. (_He whispers in her ear._) ANITA (_after a pause, while he is whispering_). He is? _He is?_ Oh!! JACK FROST (_nods his head wisely_). Yes, he is. ANITA. Honest? JACK FROST. Honest injun! ANITA. With his pack and presents and a Christmas tree and everything? JACK FROST (_nods head emphatically_). Yes, ma'am, every single thing. ANITA. Tonight? JACK FROST. Just before the clock strikes twelve, when all the little children in the steerage are asleep. ANITA. But how will he get out here in the middle of the ocean? JACK FROST. Fly. ANITA. Fly? But he hasn't any wings. (JACK _nods._) He has? (JACK _nods._) Really and truly wings? JACK FROST (_nods_). Really and truly wings. ANITA. I never knew Santa Claus had wings before. JACK FROST. He only bought them this year. ANITA. Bought them? (JACK _nods._) Then they didn't grow on him? JACK FROST (_laughs_). Of course not. He's coming in an air ship. ANITA. Why, I never knew Santa Claus had an air ship. JACK FROST. He's got the very latest twentieth century model. He only uses the reindeer once in a while now. He can go much faster on an air ship. (_Sits down._) Oh, I'm tired. ANITA. I didn't know pixies ever got tired. JACK FROST. You ought to see the work I've done today. ANITA. Here on the boat? JACK FROST. Yes, ma'am, right here on the boat. ANITA. Oh, show me. JACK FROST. I will. But it's part of the secret. (_Goes to rear L._) Come here and I'll show you what I've been doing. ANITA (_goes to him_). It isn't anything scary, is it? JACK FROST. Of course not. (_Lets her peep through the curtain that conceals the Christmas tree from the audience._) There; what do you think of that? ANITA. Oh, oh! oh!! It's too great and grand and wonderful for words. Oh, what a wonderful, wonderful secret! I'm so glad you've told me. It is so much nicer to know all about it beforehand. I wish I could tell Tomasso. JACK FROST. Well, you can't. It's a secret and you mustn't tell anybody. ANITA. But are you really, truly sure he's coming? JACK FROST. Of course he is. That is our secret. ANITA. Oh, it's the grandest secret I ever had in all-a my life. I will not tell a soul that he is-a coming. It will be a Christmas surprise, and when I get to the beeg city of New York in America, I'll always remember this great-a beeg, nice-a secret about old Santa Claus and his nice leetla boy, Jack Frost. JACK FROST. What are you going to do when you get to America?