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MRS. HUBBARD. Henry! My love!
MR. HUBBARD. A gentleman's gold hunter and Albert watch-chain. My
darling!
(They put down their presents on the table and embrace each other
again.)
MRS. HUBBARD. Let's put them on at once, Henry, and see how they suit
us.
MR. HUBBARD. Allow me, my love. (He fastens her necklace.)
MRS. HUBBARD (happily). Now I feel really dressed again! Oh, I wish we
had a looking-glass.
MR. HUBBARD (opening his gold watch). Try in here, my darling.
MRS. HUBBARD (surveying herself). How perfectly sweet! . . . Now let me
put your watch-chain on for you, dear. (She arranges it for him--HENRY
very proud.)
MR. HUBBARD. Does it suit me, darling?
MRS. HUBBARD. You look fascinating, Henry!
(They strut about the room with an air.)
MR. HUBBARD (taking out his watch and-looking at it ostentatiously).
Well, well, we ought to be starting. My watch makes it 11.58. (He
holds it to her ear) Hasn't it got a sweet tick?
MRS. HUBBARD. Sweet! But starting where, Henry? Do you mean we can
really--But you haven't any money.
MR. HUBBARD. Money? (Taking out a handful) Heaps of it.
MRS. HUBBARD. Father Christmas?
MR. HUBBARD. Undoubtedly, my love. Brought round to the front door
just now by some of his messengers.
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