1.
Oh we are the twins, (_Matildy alone_) and Matildy is my name,
(_Florildy alone_) And mine is Florildy, which is almost the same;
(_Both_) Matildy and Florildy, the merry twins are we,
And it’s just before Christmas
We’re good as good can be.
(_Florildy looks very solemn and good, Matildy giggles._)
2.
(_Matildy alone_) When Santa Claus cometh I want a pretty ring,
(_Florildy alone_) And since we are twins I am wanting the same
thing;
(_Matildy alone_) I want a Christmas doll with fair hair and eyes
of blue,
(_Both_) And because we are twins, ’course Florildy wants one too.
3.
Oh, we are the twins (_Florildy pointing to Matildy_) And Matildy
is her name;
(_Maltildy, pointing to Florildy_) And hers is Florildy which is
almost the same.
(_Both_) Matildy and Florildy, the merry twins are we,
And it’s just before Christmas
We’re good as good can be (_pass to seats_).
MRS. SKAGGS—Now, I think they done that real fine.
MR. JUDD—Very good, very good!
TEACHER—The next will be a piece by Rastus.
RASTUS—Say, teacher, I don’t wan’ ter speak no piece, I shooly don’
wan’ ter, teacher.
TEACHER—Oh, yes, you do, Rastus.
RASTUS—No, hones’, re’lly, I shooly cross mah heart an’ hope ter die, I
don’ wan’ ter speak mah piece, teacher.
TEACHER—Why not?
RASTUS—I’s ’fraid I’ll disrecomember it, teacher an’ mammy said as how
if I disrecomembered mah piece I’d git skun alive when I gits home. I
don’ wan’ ter get skun, shuah’s youse born I don’ wan’ ter, teacher.
TEACHER—Now, Rastus, you won’t forget. I know you won’t, so come speak
like a nice boy.
RASTUS (_rubbing eyes_)—I—I—don’ wan’ ter—be—SKUN!
MRS. HILL—Poor little fellow (_wipes her eyes_).
SARAH JANE—Teacher, if she skuns ’im will he die?
RASTUS (_loudly_)—Boo-hoo, I don’ wan’ ter DIE!
MR. JUDD—Now, Rastus, you speak your piece and I’ll see that your
mother doesn’t touch you and I’ll give you some candy.
RASTUS—All right (_comes forward grinning widely, bows and speaks_):
Some boys dey wants a drum er gun,
An’ some dey t’inks a sled is fun;
But fer mah Chris’mus I’s a tellin’
I wants a great, big watermelon.
(_Measures large size with arms._)
A tickin’ watch would suit some boys,
An’ some dey’s fond ob books an’ toys;
But, OH, ’twould set mah heart a swellin’
On Chris’mus ter git a watermelon.
(_Measures large size as before._)
Candy an’ nuts dey jes’ suits some,
But as fer me—oh, yum—yum—YUM! (_smacks lips_)
Fer joy I’d shooly feel like yellin’
Ef Santy’d brang me a watermelon.
(_Measures as before, bows low and takes seat._)
TILLIE—Teacher, he won’t git skun, will he?
MR. JUDD—No, indeed he won’t. That was very good, very good (_he gives
Rastus bright stick of candy_).
RASTUS (_eating candy_)—Teacher, I jes’ as liefs to speak mah piece
ovah agin.
TEACHER—No, once is enough.
BILLY—Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo!
MRS. SKAGGS—Lan’ sakes, Billy, what’s the matter now?
BILLY—Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo!
MRS. SKAGGS—Now, Billy, tell maw what’s the matter. Be your stummick a
hurtin’ you agin, Billy?
BILLY—I want some candy like he’s got (_points to Rastus_).
MRS. SKAGGS—Wal, jes’ as soon’s we git home you can have some.
BILLY (_kicking floor with both feet_)—Don’t wan’ ter wait. Boo-hoo,
boo-hoo!
SAM—I s-s-s-s-s-s-say, he b-b-b-b-b-b-better have a g-g-g-g-good
l-l-l-l-l-l-lickin’. (_Mr. Judd slips over quietly and puts a stick of
candy into Billy’s hand_).
BILLY—I won’t—(_sees candy and stares at it, laughs and puts it in his
mouth_). Oh, Maw, I got some, too (_laughs_).