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His
active
little
crutch
was
heard
upon
the
floor
,
and
back
came
Tiny
Tim
before
another
word
was
spoken
,
escorted
by
his
brother
and
sister
to
his
stool
before
the
fire
;
and
while
Bob
,
turning
up
his
cuffs
--
as
if
,
poor
fellow
,
they
were
capable
of
being
made
more
shabby
--
compounded
some
hot
mixture
in
a
jug
with
gin
and
lemons
,
and
stirred
it
round
and
round
and
put
it
on
the
hob
to
simmer
;
Master
Peter
,
and
the
two
ubiquitous
young
Cratchits
went
to
fetch
the
goose
,
with
which
they
soon
returned
in
high
procession
.
Such
a
bustle
ensued
that
you
might
have
thought
a
goose
the
rarest
of
all
birds
;
a
feathered
phenomenon
,
to
which
a
black
swan
was
a
matter
of
course
--
and
in
truth
it
was
something
very
like
it
in
that
house
.
Mrs
Cratchit
made
the
gravy
(
ready
beforehand
in
a
little
saucepan
)
hissing
hot
;
Master
Peter
mashed
the
potatoes
with
incredible
vigour
;
Miss
Belinda
sweetened
up
the
apple-sauce
;
Martha
dusted
the
hot
plates
;
Bob
took
Tiny
Tim
beside
him
in
a
tiny
corner
at
the
table
;
the
two
young
Cratchits
set
chairs
for
everybody
,
not
forgetting
themselves
,
and
mounting
guard
upon
their
posts
,
crammed
spoons
into
their
mouths
,
lest
they
should
shriek
for
goose
before
their
turn
came
to
be
helped
.
At
last
the
dishes
were
set
on
,
and
grace
was
said
.
It
was
succeeded
by
a
breathless
pause
,
as
Mrs
Cratchit
,
looking
slowly
all
along
the
carving-knife
,
prepared
to
plunge
it
in
the
breast
;
but
when
she
did
,
and
when
the
long
expected
gush
of
stuffing
issued
forth
,
one
murmur
of
delight
arose
all
round
the
board
,
and
even
Tiny
Tim
,
excited
by
the
two
young
Cratchits
,
beat
on
the
table
with
the
handle
of
his
knife
,
and
feebly
cried
Hurrah
!
There
never
was
such
a
goose
.
Bob
said
he
did
n't
believe
there
ever
was
such
a
goose
cooked
.
Its
tenderness
and
flavour
,
size
and
cheapness
,
were
the
themes
of
universal
admiration
.
Eked
out
by
apple-sauce
and
mashed
potatoes
,
it
was
a
sufficient
dinner
for
the
whole
family
;
indeed
,
as
Mrs
Cratchit
said
with
great
delight
(
surveying
one
small
atom
of
a
bone
upon
the
dish
)
,
they
had
n't
ate
it
all
at
last
.
Yet
every
one
had
had
enough
,
and
the
youngest
Cratchits
in
particular
,
were
steeped
in
sage
and
onion
to
the
eyebrows
.
But
now
,
the
plates
being
changed
by
Miss
Belinda
,
Mrs
Cratchit
left
the
room
alone
--
too
nervous
to
bear
witnesses
--
to
take
the
pudding
up
and
bring
it
in
.
Suppose
it
should
not
be
done
enough
?
Suppose
it
should
break
in
turning
out
?
Suppose
somebody
should
have
got
over
the
wall
of
the
back-yard
,
and
stolen
it
,
while
they
were
merry
with
the
goose
--
a
supposition
at
which
the
two
young
Cratchits
became
livid
.
All
sorts
of
horrors
were
supposed
.
Hallo
!
A
great
deal
of
steam
.
The
pudding
was
out
of
the
copper
.
A
smell
like
a
washing-day
!
That
was
the
cloth
.
A
smell
like
an
eating-house
and
a
pastrycook
's
next
door
to
each
other
,
with
a
laundress
's
next
door
to
that
!
That
was
the
pudding
.
In
half
a
minute
Mrs
Cratchit
entered
--
flushed
,
but
smiling
proudly
--
with
the
pudding
,
like
a
speckled
cannon-ball
,
so
hard
and
firm
,
blazing
in
half
of
half-a-quartern
of
ignited
brandy
,
and
bedight
with
Christmas
holly
stuck
into
the
top
.
Oh
,
a
wonderful
pudding
.
Bob
Cratchit
said
,
and
calmly
too
,
that
he
regarded
it
as
the
greatest
success
achieved
by
Mrs
Cratchit
since
their
marriage
.
Mrs
Cratchit
said
that
now
the
weight
was
off
her
mind
,
she
would
confess
she
had
had
her
doubts
about
the
quantity
of
flour
.
Everybody
had
something
to
say
about
it
,
but
nobody
said
or
thought
it
was
at
all
a
small
pudding
for
a
large
family
.
It
would
have
been
flat
heresy
to
do
so
.
Any
Cratchit
would
have
blushed
to
hint
at
such
a
thing
.
At
last
the
dinner
was
all
done
,
the
cloth
was
cleared
,
the
hearth
swept
,
and
the
fire
made
up
.
The
compound
in
the
jug
being
tasted
,
and
considered
perfect
,
apples
and
oranges
were
put
upon
the
table
,
and
a
shovel-full
of
chestnuts
on
the
fire
.
Then
all
the
Cratchit
family
drew
round
the
hearth
,
in
what
Bob
Cratchit
called
a
circle
,
meaning
half
a
one
;
and
at
Bob
Cratchit
's
elbow
stood
the
family
display
of
glass
.
Two
tumblers
,
and
a
custard-cup
without
a
handle
.
