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After
a
while
they
played
at
forfeits
;
for
it
is
good
to
be
children
sometimes
,
and
never
better
than
at
Christmas
,
when
its
mighty
Founder
was
a
child
himself
.
Stop
!
There
was
first
a
game
at
blind-man
's
buff
.
Of
course
there
was
.
And
I
no
more
believe
Topper
was
really
blind
than
I
believe
he
had
eyes
in
his
boots
.
My
opinion
is
,
that
it
was
a
done
thing
between
him
and
Scrooge
's
nephew
;
and
that
the
Ghost
of
Christmas
Present
knew
it
.
The
way
he
went
after
that
plump
sister
in
the
lace
tucker
,
was
an
outrage
on
the
credulity
of
human
nature
.
Knocking
down
the
fire-irons
,
tumbling
over
the
chairs
,
bumping
against
the
piano
,
smothering
himself
among
the
curtains
,
wherever
she
went
,
there
went
he
.
He
always
knew
where
the
plump
sister
was
.
He
would
n't
catch
anybody
else
!
If
you
had
fallen
up
against
him
(
as
some
of
them
did
)
,
on
purpose
,
he
would
have
made
a
feint
of
endeavouring
to
seize
you
,
which
would
have
been
an
affront
to
your
understanding
,
and
would
instantly
have
sidled
off
in
the
direction
of
the
plump
sister
.
She
often
cried
out
that
it
was
n't
fair
;
and
it
really
was
not
.
But
when
at
last
,
he
caught
her
;
when
,
in
spite
of
all
her
silken
rustlings
,
and
her
rapid
flutterings
past
him
,
he
got
her
into
a
corner
whence
there
was
no
escape
;
then
his
conduct
was
the
most
execrable
.
For
his
pretending
not
to
know
her
;
his
pretending
that
it
was
necessary
to
touch
her
head-dress
,
and
further
to
assure
himself
of
her
identity
by
pressing
a
certain
ring
upon
her
finger
,
and
a
certain
chain
about
her
neck
;
was
vile
,
monstrous
.
No
doubt
she
told
him
her
opinion
of
it
,
when
,
another
blind-man
being
in
office
,
they
were
so
very
confidential
together
,
behind
the
curtains
.
Scrooge
's
niece
was
not
one
of
the
blind-man
's
buff
party
,
but
was
made
comfortable
with
a
large
chair
and
a
footstool
,
in
a
snug
corner
,
where
the
Ghost
and
Scrooge
were
close
behind
her
.
But
she
joined
in
the
forfeits
,
and
loved
her
love
to
admiration
with
all
the
letters
of
the
alphabet
.
Likewise
at
the
game
of
How
,
When
,
and
Where
,
she
was
very
great
,
and
to
the
secret
joy
of
Scrooge
's
nephew
,
beat
her
sisters
hollow
:
though
they
were
sharp
girls
too
,
as
I
could
have
told
you
.
There
might
have
been
twenty
people
there
,
young
and
old
,
but
they
all
played
,
and
so
did
Scrooge
,
for
,
wholly
forgetting
the
interest
he
had
in
what
was
going
on
,
that
his
voice
made
no
sound
in
their
ears
,
he
sometimes
came
out
with
his
guess
quite
loud
,
and
very
often
guessed
quite
right
,
too
;
for
the
sharpest
needle
,
best
Whitechapel
,
warranted
not
to
cut
in
the
eye
,
was
not
sharper
than
Scrooge
;
blunt
as
he
took
it
in
his
head
to
be
.
The
Ghost
was
greatly
pleased
to
find
him
in
this
mood
,
and
looked
upon
him
with
such
favour
,
that
he
begged
like
a
boy
to
be
allowed
to
stay
until
the
guests
departed
.
But
this
the
Spirit
said
could
not
be
done
.
'
Here
is
a
new
game
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
One
half
hour
,
Spirit
,
only
one
!
'
It
was
a
Game
called
Yes
and
No
,
where
Scrooge
's
nephew
had
to
think
of
something
,
and
the
rest
must
find
out
what
;
he
only
answering
to
their
questions
yes
or
no
,
as
the
case
was
.
The
brisk
fire
of
questioning
to
which
he
was
exposed
,
elicited
from
him
that
he
was
thinking
of
an
animal
,
a
live
animal
,
rather
a
disagreeable
animal
,
a
savage
animal
,
an
animal
that
growled
and
grunted
sometimes
,
and
talked
sometimes
,
and
lived
in
London
,
and
walked
about
the
streets
,
and
was
n't
made
a
show
of
,
and
was
n't
led
by
anybody
,
and
did
n't
live
in
a
menagerie
,
and
was
never
killed
in
a
market
,
and
was
not
a
horse
,
or
an
ass
,
or
a
cow
,
or
a
bull
,
or
a
tiger
,
or
a
dog
,
or
a
pig
,
or
a
cat
,
or
a
bear
.
At
every
fresh
question
that
was
put
to
him
,
this
nephew
burst
into
a
fresh
roar
of
laughter
;
and
was
so
inexpressibly
tickled
,
that
he
was
obliged
to
get
up
off
the
sofa
and
stamp
.
At
last
the
plump
sister
,
falling
into
a
similar
state
,
cried
out
:
'
I
have
found
it
out
!
I
know
what
it
is
,
Fred
!
I
know
what
it
is
!
'
'
What
is
it
?
'
cried
Fred
.
'
It
's
your
Uncle
Scrooge
!
'
