MRS. HUBBARD is still
reading a page of the magazine. In dashes MR. HUBBARD with the sock
and stocking.
MR. HUBBARD. My darling, what do you think? Father Christmas has sent
you a little present. (He hands her the stocking.)
MRS. HUBBARD. Henry! Has he sent you one too?
MR. HUBBARD (holding up his sock). Observe!
MRS. HUBBARD. How sweet of him! I wonder what mine is. What is yours,
darling?
MR. HUBBARD. I haven't looked yet, my love. Perhaps just a few nuts or
something of that sort, with a card attached saying, "To wish you the
old, old wish." We must try not to be disappointed, whatever it is,
darling.
MRS. HUBBARD. Of course, Henry. After all, it is the kindly thought
which really matters.
MR. HUBBARD. Certainly. All the same, I hope--Will you look in yours,
dear, first, or shall I?
MRS. HUBBARD. I think I should like to, darling. (Feeling it) It feels
so exciting. (She brings out a diamond necklace) Henry!
MR. HUBBARD. My love! (They embrace) Now you will be able to go to
Court. You must say that your husband is unfortunately in bed with a
bad cold. You can tell me all about it when you come home. I shall be
able to amuse myself with--(He is feeling in his sock while talking,
and now brings out the watch and chain.
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