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'
Fred
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
Dear
heart
alive
,
how
his
niece
by
marriage
started
.
Scrooge
had
forgotten
,
for
the
moment
,
about
her
sitting
in
the
corner
with
the
footstool
,
or
he
would
n't
have
done
it
,
on
any
account
.
'
Why
bless
my
soul
!
'
cried
Fred
,
'
Who
's
that
?
'
'
It
's
I.
Your
uncle
Scrooge
.
I
have
come
to
dinner
.
Will
you
let
me
in
,
Fred
?
'
Let
him
in
!
It
is
a
mercy
he
did
n'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
,
wonderful
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
;
yes
,
he
did
.
The
clock
struck
nine
.
No
Bob
.
A
quarter
past
.
No
Bob
.
He
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
.
His
hat
was
off
,
before
he
opened
the
door
;
his
comforter
too
.
He
was
on
his
stool
in
a
jiffy
;
driving
away
with
his
pen
,
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
?
'
