Mrs. D monologue (Act 13) — Christmas Candles: Plays for Boys and Girls

The bride? Which one is that? That one? Of course! [_Reaches for it, and_ SALLY _hands it to her._] There, my dear. [TIBBIE _takes the doll loosely, without breath of thanks._ MRS. D. _reviews the dolls, and_ TIBBIE'S _hand is stretched involuntarily towards the broken one._] Of course, of course, you would want that poor dolly to nurse back to health. Now, dear, isn't there _one more_ you would like? [TIBBIE'S _confusion overwhelms her._] I'll choose one for you, and you shall call her Cynthia, after me. How would you like that? Suppose we say this one with the forget-me-nots? She looks a little like me, doesn't she, with her hair parted in the middle? Her dress is made of a piece of one of my own, and that blue is my favorite color. [_Rising._] There, Tibbie, now you have two whole dollies, and part of another. You must run right home to bed. A Merry Christmas to you, dear child. I am very happy to have made your acquaintance.