Boy: Here! Mr. Bunion, is a express package for you. It just come. Its for you, yes sir!
Mr. Bunion: Now, I wonder who sent me this? And - Huh! Merry Christmas to Mr. Bunion. Ha! Well, I'll --
Mr. Bunion: Have to open it. Who'd ever think of sending anything, gosh! It's done up well. It must be--
Mr. Bunion: Something Valuable. Well! Well! How many more strings and papers are there on it? Hum! Well.
Mr. Bunion: Now, how, why, ah! Who sent me that? I wonder who sent it to me, huh! Pshaw!
Mr. Bunion: Whoever it was meant well, no doubt, but its a present I don't want. I can't use it. It's not of any use to me. I would not wear it. I's too small anyway.
Mr. Bunion: If I did want to wear it, no, I don't want it, couldn't own it. I wouldn't dare wear it, it's altogether a very
Mr. Bunion: present. Something I don't need. Still I shouldn't think that way. We mustn't look at or consider the value of a present. We must only consider the spirit in which it was given, huh.