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'
And
so
have
I
,
'
exclaimed
another
.
So
had
all
.
'
But
he
was
very
light
to
carry
,
'
she
resumed
,
intent
upon
her
work
,
'
and
his
father
loved
him
so
,
that
it
was
no
trouble
:
no
trouble
.
And
there
is
your
father
at
the
door
.
'
She
hurried
out
to
meet
him
;
and
little
Bob
in
his
comforter
--
he
had
need
of
it
,
poor
fellow
--
came
in
.
His
tea
was
ready
for
him
on
the
hob
,
and
they
all
tried
who
should
help
him
to
it
most
.
Then
the
two
young
Cratchits
got
upon
his
knees
and
laid
,
each
child
a
little
cheek
,
against
his
face
,
as
if
they
said
,
'
Do
n't
mind
it
,
father
.
Do
n't
be
grieved
.
'
Bob
was
very
cheerful
with
them
,
and
spoke
pleasantly
to
all
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
?
'
said
his
wife
.
'
Yes
,
my
dear
,
'
returned
Bob
.
'
I
wish
you
could
have
gone
.
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
.
'
cried
Bob
.
'
My
little
child
.
'
He
broke
down
all
at
once
.
He
could
n't
help
it
.
If
he
could
have
helped
it
,
he
and
his
child
would
have
been
farther
apart
perhaps
than
they
were
.
He
left
the
room
,
and
went
up-stairs
into
the
room
above
,
which
was
lighted
cheerfully
,
and
hung
with
Christmas
.
There
was
a
chair
set
close
beside
the
child
,
and
there
were
signs
of
some
one
having
been
there
,
lately
.
Poor
Bob
sat
down
in
it
,
and
when
he
had
thought
a
little
and
composed
himself
,
he
kissed
the
little
face
.
He
was
reconciled
to
what
had
happened
,
and
went
down
again
quite
happy
.
They
drew
about
the
fire
,
and
talked
;
the
girls
and
mother
working
still
.
Bob
told
them
of
the
extraordinary
kindness
of
Mr
Scrooge
's
nephew
,
whom
he
had
scarcely
seen
but
once
,
and
who
,
meeting
him
in
the
street
that
day
,
and
seeing
that
he
looked
a
little
--
'
just
a
little
down
you
know
,
'
said
Bob
,
inquired
what
had
happened
to
distress
him
.
'
On
which
,
'
said
Bob
,
'
for
he
is
the
pleasantest-spoken
gentleman
you
ever
heard
,
I
told
him
.
"
I
am
heartily
sorry
for
it
,
Mr
Cratchit
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
heartily
sorry
for
your
good
wife
.
"
By
the
bye
,
how
he
ever
knew
that
,
I
do
n't
know
.
'
