_Jim and Susy_, pushing in: "We can't sleep, mother. May we have a
pillow fight to keep us amused till we're drowsy?"
_Mrs. Fountain_, desolately: "Yes, go and have your pillow fight. It
doesn't matter now. We're sending the presents all back, anyway." She
begins frantically wrapping some of the things up.
_Susy_: "Oh, father, are you sending them back?"
_Jim_: "She's just making believe. Isn't she, father?"
_Fountain_: "Well, I'm not so sure of that. If she doesn't do it, I
will."
_Mrs. Fountain_, desisting: "Will you go right back to bed?"
_Jim and Susy_: "Yes, we will."
_Mrs. Fountain_: "And to sleep, instantly?"
_Jim and Susy_, in succession: "We won't keep awake a minute longer."
_Mrs. Fountain_: "Very well, then, we'll see. Now be off with you." As
they put their heads together and go out laughing: "And remember, if
you come here another single time, back go every one of the presents."
_Fountain_: "As soon as ever Santa Claus can find a moment for it."
_Jim_, derisively: "Oh, yes, Santa Claus!"
_Susy_: "I guess if you wait for Santa Claus to take them back!"