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Bob was very cheerful with them, and spoke pleasantly to all 830 the family. He looked at the work upon the table, and praised the industry and speed of Mrs. Cratchit and the girls. They would be done long before Sunday, he said.
"Sunday! You went to-day, then, Robert ?"
“Yes, my dear," returned Bob. “I wish you could have gone. 835 It would have done you good to see how green a place it is. But you'll see it often. I promised him that I would walk there on a Sunday. My little, little child! My little child !"
He broke down all at once. He couldn't help it. If he could have helped it, he and his child would have been farther apart, 840 perhaps, than they were.
“Spectre,” said Scrooge, "something informs me that our parting moment is at hand. I know it, but I know not how. Tell me what man that was, with the covered face, whom we saw lying dead?”
The Ghost of Christmas Yet to come conveyed him to a dismal, wretched, ruinous churchyard.
The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed down to one.
“Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point, answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that 850 Will be, or are they shadows of the things that May be only?"
Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by which it stood.
“Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead. But if the courses be departed from, 855 the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!"
The Spirit was immovable as ever.
Scrooge crept towards it, trembling as he went; and, following the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave his own name-Ebenezer Scrooge.
“Am I that man who lay upon the bed ? No, Spirit! Oh no, no! Spirit! hear me ! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this if I am past all hope? Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me by an altered life.”
For the first time the kind hand faltered.
" I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The
Spirits of all three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the 870 writing on this stone !"
Holding up his hands in one last prayer to have his fate reversed, he saw an alteration in the Phantom's hood and dress. It shrank, collapsed, and dwindled down into a bedpost.
Yes, and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the 875 room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in !
He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard.
Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. 880 No fog, no mist, no night ; clear, bright, stirring, golden day.
“What's to-day?” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in . Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
“It's Christmas-day! I haven't missed it. Hallo, my fine fellow !"
“Do you know the poulterer's, in the next street but one, at 890 the corner?”
“I should hope I did.”
(An intelligent boy! A remarkable boy !)—“Do you know whether they've sold the prize Turkey that was hanging up there? Not the little prize Turkey—the big one?”
“What, the one as big as me?”
“What a delightful boy! It's a pleasure to talk to him. Yes, my buck!"
“It's hanging there now.”
“No, no, I am in earnest. Go and buy it, and tell 'em to bring it here, that I may give them the direction where to take it.
LITERARY ANALYSIS.--881. No... day. What is the effect of the ellipses?
901. Walk-ER. A piece of London slang in vogue at the time the Christmas Carol was written. It implies utter incredulity.
Come back with the man, and I'll give you a shilling. Come back with him in less than five minutes, and I'll give you half a go5 crown !"
The boy was off like a shot.
“I'll send it to Bob Cratchit's! He sha'n't know who sends it. It's twice the size of Tiny Tim. Joe Miller never made such a joke as sending it to Bob's will be !"
910 The hand in which he wrote the address was not a steady one; but write it he did, somehow, and went down stairs to open the street door, ready for the coming of the poulterer's man.
It was a Turkey! He never could have stood upon his legs, that bird. He would have snapped 'em short off in a minute, 915 like sticks of sealing-wax.
Scrooge dressed himself “ all in his best,” and at last got out into the streets. The people were by this time pouring forth, as he had seen them with the Ghost of Christmas Present; and, walking with his hands behind him, Scrooge regarded every one 920 with a delighted smile. He looked so irresistibly pleasant, in a word, that three or four good-humored fellows said, “Good-morning, sir! A merry Christmas to you !" And Scrooge said often afterwards that, of all the blithe sounds he had ever heard, those were the blithest in his ears.
925 In the afternoon, he turned his steps towards his nephew's house.
He passed the door a dozen times before he had the courage to go up and knock. But he made a dash, and did it.
“ Is your master at home, my dear?” said Scrooge to the girl. 930 (Nice girl! Very.)
“He knows me,” said Scrooge, with his hand already on the 93€ dining-room lock. “I'll go in here, my dear.”
“It's I. Your uncle Scrooge. I have come to dinner. Will you let me in, Fred?"
946 Let him in! It is a mercy he didn't shake his arm off. He was at home in five minutes. Nothing could be heartier. His
niece looked just the same. So did Topper when he came. So did the plump sister, when she came. So did every one when they came. Wonderful party, wonderful games, wonderful unanimity, 945 won-der-ful happiness!
But he was early at the office next morning. Oh, he was early there. If he could only be there first, and catch Bob Cratchit coming late! That was the thing he had set his heart upon.
And he did it. The clock struck nine. No Bob. A quarter 950 past. No Bob. Bob was full eighteen minutes and a half behind his time. Scrooge sat with his door wide open, that he might see him come into the Tank.
Bob's hat was off before he opened the door; his comforter too. He was on his ool in a jiffy ; driving away with his pen, 955 as if he were trying to overtake nine o'clock.
“Hallo!” growled Scrooge, in his accustomed voice, as near as he could feign it. “What do you mean by coming here at this time of day?” “I am very sorry, sir. I am behind
time." “You are? Yes. I think you are. Step this way, if you please."
“It's only once a year, sir. It shall not be repeated. I was making rather merry yesterday, sir."
“Now, I'll tell you whát, my friend. I am not going to stand 965 this sort of thing any longer. And therefore," Scrooge continued, leaping from his stool, and giving Bob such a dig in the waistcoat that he staggered back into the Tank again—" and therefore I am about to raise your salary!"
Bob trembled, and got a little nearer to the ruler.
“A merry Christmas, Bob !” said Scrooge, with an earnestness that could not be mistaken, as he clapped him on the back. “A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than I have given you for many a year! I'll raise your salary, and endeavor to assist your struggling family, and we will discuss your affairs this very 975 afternoon, over a Christmas bowl of smoking bishop, Bob! Make up the fires, and buy a second coal-scuttle before you
dot another i, Bob Cratchit!”
LITERARY ANALYSIS. -947-978. But ... Cratchit!
Relate in your own words the little drama between Scrooge and Bob Cratchit.
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more ; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. 980 He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him; but his own heart laughed, and that was quite enough for him.
985 He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived in that respect upon the Total-Abstinence Principle ever afterwards ; and it was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim ob- 990 served, God Bless Us, Every One!
LITERARY ANALYSIS.-979-991. In these two paragraphs which words are of Anglo-Saxon, and which of classical, origin?