Well, young lady, what's your name? I'm sorry. She doesn't speak English. She's Dutch. She...

Kris Kringle: [to the little girl] Well, young lady, what's your name? Dutch Girl's Adopted Mother: I'm sorry. She doesn't speak English. She's Dutch. She just came over. She's been living in an orphan's home in Rotterdam ever since. We've adopted her. I told her you wouldn't be able to speak to her, but when she saw you in the parade yesterday, she said you were "Sinterklaas", that's what she calls you, and you could talk to her. I didn't know what to do. Kris Kringle: [to the little girl] Hallo! Ik ben blij dat je gekomen bent! Dutch Girl: O, u bent Sinterklaas! Kris Kringle: Jazeker! Dutch Girl: Ik wist dat u het zou begrijpen! Kris Kringle: Natuurlijk! Zeg maar wat je zou willen hebben. Dutch Girl: Niets. Ik heb van alles. Ik wil alléén maar bij deze lieve dame zijn.

Well, young lady, what's your name? Susan Walker. What's yours? Mine? Kris Kringle. I'm Santa Claus. Oh. You don't believe that, do you? Mm-mmm. You see, my mother's Mrs. Walker, the lady who hired you. Oh. - But I must say, you're the best-looking one I've ever seen. - Really? Your beard doesn't have one of those things that goes over your ears. That's because it's real, just like I'm really Santa Claus. Oh, go ahead. Pull it. All right, folks. Don't crowd. You have all day to see Santa Claus. Now, children, behave. This way, please. Get back in the line there. And, now, what would you like me to bring you for Christmas? Nothing, thank you. Oh, come now. You must want something. Whatever I want, my mother will get for me- if it's sensible and doesn't cost too much, of course. Hello, Mother. Hello, Susan. Hello, Mr. Gailey. I think you've taken up enough of this gentleman's time. Come along, dear. The, uh, explanation for this is all very simple. Cleo's mother sprained her ankle. She had to go home. So, she asked me to bring Susie down to you. Yes, I know. Cleo called me. I've been wondering where you were. I thought, as long as we're here, we might as well say hello to Santa Claus. He's a nice old man, Mother, and those whiskers are real too. Yes, yes, dear. Many men have long beards like that. Susan, would you stand over here a minute? I want to talk to Mr. Gailey. All right. I shouldn't have brought Susie to see Santa Claus, huh? Now, you're making me feel like the proverbial stepmother. I'm sorry, but it's just that I couldn't see any harm in just saying hello to the old fella. But I think there is harm. I tell her Santa Claus is a myth, and you bring her down here, she sees hundreds of gullible children, meets a very convincing old man with real whiskers. This sets up a very harmful mental conflict within her. What is she going to think? Whom is she going to believe?