GOOGIN (_sits down comfortably and lights a cigar from his box_). Sure, it's a sad Christmas for me, so it is, whin Honoria lets an ould picture come bechune a man and his wife. (_Smokes._) Begorry, I smell something. (_Sniffs._) It's awful. (_Rises._) Some wan is burning some rubber. Maybe I've got too much hate on in the radiators. (_Sniffs._) My, my, what an awful smell. (_Removes cigar and looks at it, smells it, makes horrible grimace._) Oh, ho, so it's you, is it? (_Throws it in cuspidor._) No wonder they call it Santas Odoriferous. If that cigar came from Havana they'd ought to take it back there again and give it a dacent burial. _Enter_ EDDIE _from R. with the hat in box._ EDDIE. Say, Mr. Googin! GOOGIN. What is it, Eddie? EDDIE. Does you want to buy a nice Christmas present for a lady? GOOGIN. Maybe I do. What is it? EDDIE. A nice hat. Right in de latest style. Jes' come home from de millinery store. Mis' Lacey gib it to me for a Christmas present, and I ain't got no use for it. GOOGIN. Begorry, that's a good idea. I'll make peace with me wife. Eddie, I'll trade ye a nice box of cigars for the hat. EDDIE. Is 'em some ob Mistah Williamses cigars? GOOGIN. They are. Santas Odoriferous. EDDIE. Man, man, I wouldn't deprive you ob dem cigars for de world. GOOGIN. Sure it's no depravity at all, at all. EDDIE. I'll sell you de hat for two dollars cash money. GOOGIN. Two dollars, is it? EDDIE. Yas, sah, and it's worth 'bout ten dollars. De lady done say it's worth _more'n_ ten dollars. GOOGIN. I'll take it. (_Takes out old wallet, counts out two dollars in small change and gives it to_ EDDIE.) EDDIE. Yas, sah. Dat's right. GOOGIN. There's yer two dollars. EDDIE. And dere's yer hat. (_Gives him box._) Excuse me, boss. I hears de elevator bell. (_Exits R._) GOOGIN (_opens box and looks at the hat_). Begorry, I've been robbed. Eddie! Ye thavin' nagur, come here. Niver in all the world would me wife wear an orange hat. She hates orange worse ner pizen. _Enter_ KITTY _from R._ GOOGIN _has hat in the box._ KITTY. It's all right, Mr. Googin. I had a long talk with your wife and she's all ready for you. GOOGIN. Ready for me? With a flatiron belike. KITTY. No, no. Her face is wreathed in smiles. She's waiting for you with a real Kilkenny welcome. GOOGIN (_smiles_). Is she now? Sure, Mrs. Williams, mum, it's a grand lady ye are. Excuse me, mum, but this bein' Christmas day, I was wonderin' whether you'd be after accepting a wee bit of a Christmas present from the likes of me? KITTY. Why, Mr. Googin, how very kind and thoughtful. GOOGIN (_hands her the box_). It's here, mum. A fine hat it is. Right out of the millinery store. KITTY. Oh, thank you so much. I'm just crazy to see it. (_Takes it out._) What! (_Stares at it._) GOOGIN. Ain't it a beauty, mum?