BETTY. [_Excitedly, to_ DICK.] Oh, do you hear? Perhaps we’ll see him, if he passes near!

JACK. Of course you will! To-morrow’s Christmas Day; On Christmas Eve he always comes this way, For through this quiet wood he likes to ride, To reach the villages on either side.

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QUEEN. Pray run and call him, Jack! He’ll surely know These little folk, and tell them where to go.

St. Nicholas Book of Plays & Operettas (Second Series) — Part 9

[JACK _and_ ELVES _run off, Left. Shouts and a loud “Whoa!” are heard outside, and then_ SANTA, _enters, with a triumphant escort, and comes to front_.]

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SANTA. [_Bowing to_ QUEEN, _while the children peep out from behind her, in great excitement_.]

Greetings, Your Majesty! I understand You called me; so I’ve come at your command! [_Sees children._] Two mortal children! Who are these, fair Queen? Astray, on Christmas Eve? What can it mean?

QUEEN. [_Coaxingly._] That’s just the reason why we sent for you; So please advise us what we ought to do! You see, these little ones have strayed so far, They’ve lost their way, and don’t know where they are.

SANTA. [_Looks at them intently, walks around them, and finally consults a pocket memorandum book._]

You’re Dick and Betty Martin? [_They nod shyly._] Yes, that’s right: They’re miles away from home—a pretty plight! Good youngsters, too; I’ve got ’em on my list; And just to think, my call they might have missed! Suppose I let you have your presents now— [_To children._]

QUEEN. [_Interrupting._] But, Santa dear, that doesn’t fix it! How Can they get home to-night?

JACK. For, don’t you see, It’s late, and they’re as weary as can be?

CRYSTAL. Their mother’s getting anxious too, they say—

QUEEN. [_With decision._] You’ll simply _have_ to take them in your sleigh!

[_The children clutch one another in wonder and suspense, while the others nod their heads at_ SANTA, _with determination_.]

SANTA. [_Starts with surprise, then strokes his beard thoughtfully._] I wish I might! But if the truth be told, My sleigh is just as full as it will hold, Of gifts for all the folk for miles around: To duty false I’ve never yet been found. And yet—[_looking at children_] to leave them in this lonely wood— I’d love to take them—

BETTY. [_Shyly taking his hand and looking up at him adoringly._] If you only could!