By the way, dear--(indicating the
sock and stocking)--hadn't we better put these on before we start?
MRS. HUBBARD. Of course. How silly of me!
(They sit down and put them on.)
MR. HUBBARD. Really this is a very handsome watch-chain.
MRS. HUBBARD. It becomes you admirably, Henry.
MR. HUBBARD. Thank you, dear. There's just one little point. Father
Christmas is sometimes rather shy about acknowledging the presents he
gives. He hates being thanked. If, therefore, he makes any comment on
your magnificent necklace or my handsome watch-chain, we must say that
they have been in the family for some years.
MRS. HUBBARD. Of course, dear. (They get up.)
MR. HUBBARD. Well, now we're ready.
MRS. HUBBARD. Darling one, don't you think we might bring the
children?
MR. HUBBARD. Of course, dear! How forgetful of me! . . . Children--'shun!
(Listen! Their heels click as they come to attention) Number! (Their
voices--alternate boy and girl, one to nine--are heard) Right _turn_!
MRS. HUBBARD. Darling one, I almost seem to hear them!
MR. HUBBARD. Are you ready, my love?
MRS. HUBBARD. Yes, Henry.
MR. HUBBARD. Quick march!
(The children are heard tramping off. Very proudly MR. and MRS.
HUBBARD bring up the rear.
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