Part 5 (1/2)
”I don't knohat to do!” cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the sa a perfect Laocoon of hiht as a feather, I ael, I aiddy as a drunken man A Merry Christmas to everybody! A Happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!”
He had frisked into the sitting-roo there, perfectly winded
”There's the sauce-pan that the gruel was in!” cried Scrooge, starting off again, and going round the fireplace ”There's the door by which the Ghost of Jacob Marley entered! There's the corner where the Ghost of Christ Spirits! It's all right, it's all true, it all happened Ha, ha, ha!”
Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so h, aline of brilliant laughs!
”I don't knohat day of theI have been a I'm quite a baby Never mind I don't care I'd rather be a baby Hallo!
Whoop! Hallo here!”
He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard Clang, clash, ha, clash!+ O, glorious, glorious!
Running to the , he opened it, and put out his head No fog, nofor the blood to dance to; golden sunlight; heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; lorious!
”What's to-day?” cried Scrooge, calling doard to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about hiht of wonder
”What's to-day, e
”To-day!” replied the boy ”Why, CHRISTMAS DAY”
”It's Christe to himself ”I haven't ht They can do anything they like
Of course they can Of course they can Hallo, my fine fellow?”
”Hallo!” returned the boy
”Do you know the Poulterer's, in the next street but one, at the corner?” Scrooge inquired
”I should hope I did,” replied the lad
”An intelligent boy!” said Scrooge ”A remarkable boy! Do you knohether 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 e ”It's a pleasure to talk to hi there now,” replied the boy
”Is it?” said Scrooge ”Go and buy it”
”WALK-ER!” exclaie, ”I a it here, that I ive them the direction where to take it Co Coive you half-a-crown!”
The boy was off like a shot He ot a shot off half so fast
”I'll send it to Bob Cratchit's,” whispered Scrooge, rubbing his hands, and splitting with a laugh ”He shan't knoho sends it It's twice the size of Tiny Ti it to Bob's will be!”
The hand in which he wrote the address was not a steady one, but write he did, somehow, and went down-stairs to open the street door, ready for the co his arrival, the knocker caught his eye