NORA. When I saw they weren't going to call out our names, I just rose up in me seat and took the whole nine of 'em by the hand and marched right up to Santa Claus. He looked real surprised at the bunch of us. MRS. MULLIGAN. I should think he would. NORA. "And who are you?" says he. "We're the ten little Mulligans from Mulligan Alley in Shantytown," says I, as cool as an icicle. "And we're ready for our presents, if it's all the same to you," says I. I thought they was going to fire us out, but what did he do but dive way down in the bottom of the sack and give every last one of us a present? TEDDY. And then he gave us bags of candy and oranges and apples and peanuts and popcorn and a candy cane, and then they had a show and Bridget Honora spoke a piece, she did. MRS. O'TOOLE. How did ye happen to spake a piece, Bridget Honora? BRIDGET. I just stood up and told 'em I knowed one. There ain't nuthin' bashful about me. And I kind o' thought we ought to do something to help pay fer the good things they gave us. MRS. MULLIGAN (_petting her_). That's me good little Bridget Honora. MELISSA (_sees doll on table_). Oh, wee! Lookee there! Where'd she come from? MRS. O'TOOLE. Santa Claus was after being here while you were away and he left it for you. MELISSA. Is it all for me? MRS. MULLIGAN. It's the Mulligan dolly. It's fer all ten of yeez. PATSY. She can have my share. I don't want no dolls. MICKY. Oh, look at the efulunt. Look at the efulunt. MRS. O'TOOLE. That is Mumbo Jumbo Mulligan from the sunny shores of Africa, way down in Louisiana. CHILDREN. Who's he fur? Who's he fur? PETER PAN (_takes elephant_). He's fur me. Scwumptious! TEDDY. Maw, they had a show there at the Sunday School. There was a wee little man, about so long (_measures about two feet_), and he stood up on a table and sang a song, so he did. PATSY. Humph! I know how they did that. Matsy and me can show it to you. MELISSA. And they had the Turnover Topsy Turvies, too. CLARISSA. They stood upside down on their heads. MRS. MULLIGAN. My, my--but it must have been a wonderful show. MRS. O'TOOLE. Just think what we missed, Mollie Mulligan. MATSY. I didn't miss nothin'. I never miss nothin' no time. NORA. We could give just as good a show our own selves. OTHERS. Let's do it; let's do it. Let's give a show for maw and Mis' O'Toole. TEDDY. Would you like to see it, maw? MRS. MULLIGAN. If it ain't too late. MRS. O'TOOLE. What matters it how late it is? Christmas comes but once a year---- ALL. And when it comes it brings good cheer. MRS. MULLIGAN. Then sure we'll have the show. Poor folks can be just as happy on Christmas Day as rich folks. It's all in the way you feel about it. PATSY. Now, maw, you and Mrs. O'Toole take your seats out there in front. (_Points to front row of the audience._) MATSY. I'll help you carry them out. (_They carry down two chairs from the stage and seat_ MRS. MULLIGAN _and_ MRS. O'TOOLE _in the audience._)