WARREN. That's what comes of promiscuous giving. I told you how it would be. First I decided not to buy anything at all, but I couldn't resist that hat. Your tickets to the masquerade dinner and ball are the rest of the present. KITTY. But I told Lolly we'd take tickets from her. WARREN. I know. I haven't bought the tickets yet. I meant the money for them was the rest of your present. That and the hat. All my presents are beautiful practical things that every one wants. KITTY. Yes, that's so. You have wonderful taste. WARREN. I didn't even give Eddie anything. KITTY. It doesn't matter. Oh, Warren. (_Sits on arm of his chair._) I'm so glad we're going to have tonight all to ourselves. Aunt Minerva would have spoiled everything. WARREN. Is she so very awful? KITTY. Not awful; just good. Real downright good. And so intellectual. I'm sure she'd never approve of a Christmas masquerade. (_Ring at the bell at R._) KITTY. See who it is. WARREN _admits_ MAGINNIS GOOGIN _from R._ GOOGIN. Merry Christmas, sor. WARREN. The same to you, Googin. GOOGIN. I jest drapped in to see if you naded any more heat or anything like that. My, my, but I've been working hard the day. Sure, to be the janitor of an apartment house is no cinch at all, at all. And paple are not as liberal as they used to be, aven at Christmas time. WARREN. Have a cigar. GOOGIN. Thank ye, sor. (_Smokes one._) KITTY. Warren, you'd better try on your costume. I might have to change something, you know. WARREN. But I-- KITTY. Please. We haven't got much time. It's after four. WARREN (_crosses to left_). All right. (_Exits L._) KITTY. Now, Mr. Googin, I want you to go down stairs and tell your wife to come up. I have a nice little present for her. GOOGIN (_brightening_). Have ye, now? A prisint for Honoria? Sure, it's a kind and thoughtful lady ye are. KITTY. She's at home, isn't she? GOOGIN. She is that. KITTY. Ask her to come up here and wish us a merry Christmas. WARREN _appears at L._ WARREN. Kitty, how does that ruffle thing work? I can't get it around my head at all. I don't know the combination. KITTY. Oh, I must have sewed it together. Can't you get it over your head? WARREN. Not without choking myself. KITTY. Wait a minute. I'll rip it for you. (_Exits L._) WARREN (_gets box of cigars and hands it to Googin_). Here's a little Christmas present, Googin. They're awfully good. I smoked two of them. GOOGIN (_lights one_). Thank ye, sor. WARREN. Don't let my wife see you smoking in here. She doesn't like it. GOOGIN (_chokes, takes cigar from mouth, looks at it_). What kind of a stogie is it, Mr. Williams? WARREN. It's pure Havana. Santas Odoriferous. GOOGIN (_smells it_). It's odoriferous all right, all right. Begorry, it smells like someone had been burnin' the beans. WARREN. That's the way all pure Havanas smell.