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As
Mr
.
Weller
concluded
this
moral
tale
,
with
which
the
fat
boy
appeared
much
affected
,
they
all
three
repaired
to
the
large
kitchen
,
in
which
the
family
were
by
this
time
assembled
,
according
to
annual
custom
on
Christmas
Eve
,
observed
by
old
Wardle
’
s
forefathers
from
time
immemorial
.
From
the
centre
of
the
ceiling
of
this
kitchen
,
old
Wardle
had
just
suspended
,
with
his
own
hands
,
a
huge
branch
of
mistletoe
,
and
this
same
branch
of
mistletoe
instantaneously
gave
rise
to
a
scene
of
general
and
most
delightful
struggling
and
confusion
;
in
the
midst
of
which
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
a
gallantry
that
would
have
done
honour
to
a
descendant
of
Lady
Tollimglower
herself
,
took
the
old
lady
by
the
hand
,
led
her
beneath
the
mystic
branch
,
and
saluted
her
in
all
courtesy
and
decorum
.
The
old
lady
submitted
to
this
piece
of
practical
politeness
with
all
the
dignity
which
befitted
so
important
and
serious
a
solemnity
,
but
the
younger
ladies
,
not
being
so
thoroughly
imbued
with
a
superstitious
veneration
for
the
custom
,
or
imagining
that
the
value
of
a
salute
is
very
much
enhanced
if
it
cost
a
little
trouble
to
obtain
it
,
screamed
and
struggled
,
and
ran
into
corners
,
and
threatened
and
remonstrated
,
and
did
everything
but
leave
the
room
,
until
some
of
the
less
adventurous
gentlemen
were
on
the
point
of
desisting
,
when
they
all
at
once
found
it
useless
to
resist
any
longer
,
and
submitted
to
be
kissed
with
a
good
grace
.
Mr
.
Winkle
kissed
the
young
lady
with
the
black
eyes
,
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
kissed
Emily
;
and
Mr
.
Weller
,
not
being
particular
about
the
form
of
being
under
the
mistletoe
,
kissed
Emma
and
the
other
female
servants
,
just
as
he
caught
them
.
As
to
the
poor
relations
,
they
kissed
everybody
,
not
even
excepting
the
plainer
portions
of
the
young
lady
visitors
,
who
,
in
their
excessive
confusion
,
ran
right
under
the
mistletoe
,
as
soon
as
it
was
hung
up
,
without
knowing
it
!
Wardle
stood
with
his
back
to
the
fire
,
surveying
the
whole
scene
,
with
the
utmost
satisfaction
;
and
the
fat
boy
took
the
opportunity
of
appropriating
to
his
own
use
,
and
summarily
devouring
,
a
particularly
fine
mince
-
pie
,
that
had
been
carefully
put
by
,
for
somebody
else
.
Now
,
the
screaming
had
subsided
,
and
faces
were
in
a
glow
,
and
curls
in
a
tangle
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
after
kissing
the
old
lady
as
before
mentioned
,
was
standing
under
the
mistletoe
,
looking
with
a
very
pleased
countenance
on
all
that
was
passing
around
him
,
when
the
young
lady
with
the
black
eyes
,
after
a
little
whispering
with
the
other
young
ladies
,
made
a
sudden
dart
forward
,
and
,
putting
her
arm
round
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
neck
,
saluted
him
affectionately
on
the
left
cheek
;
and
before
Mr
.
Pickwick
distinctly
knew
what
was
the
matter
,
he
was
surrounded
by
the
whole
body
,
and
kissed
by
every
one
of
them
.
It
was
a
pleasant
thing
to
see
Mr
.
Pickwick
in
the
centre
of
the
group
,
now
pulled
this
way
,
and
then
that
,
and
first
kissed
on
the
chin
,
and
then
on
the
nose
,
and
then
on
the
spectacles
,
and
to
hear
the
peals
of
laughter
which
were
raised
on
every
side
;
but
it
was
a
still
more
pleasant
thing
to
see
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
blinded
shortly
afterwards
with
a
silk
handkerchief
,
falling
up
against
the
wall
,
and
scrambling
into
corners
,
and
going
through
all
the
mysteries
of
blind
-
man
’
s
buff
,
with
the
utmost
relish
for
the
game
,
until
at
last
he
caught
one
of
the
poor
relations
,
and
then
had
to
evade
the
blind
-
man
himself
,
which
he
did
with
a
nimbleness
and
agility
that
elicited
the
admiration
and
applause
of
all
beholders
.
The
poor
relations
caught
the
people
who
they
thought
would
like
it
,
and
,
when
the
game
flagged
,
got
caught
themselves
.
When
they
all
tired
of
blind
-
man
’
s
buff
,
there
was
a
great
game
at
snap
-
dragon
,
and
when
fingers
enough
were
burned
with
that
,
and
all
the
raisins
were
gone
,
they
sat
down
by
the
huge
fire
of
blazing
logs
to
a
substantial
supper
,
and
a
mighty
bowl
of
wassail
,
something
smaller
than
an
ordinary
wash
–
house
copper
,
in
which
the
hot
apples
were
hissing
and
bubbling
with
a
rich
look
,
and
a
jolly
sound
,
that
were
perfectly
irresistible
.
‘
This
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
round
him
,
‘
this
is
,
indeed
,
comfort
.
’
‘
Our
invariable
custom
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Wardle
.
‘
Everybody
sits
down
with
us
on
Christmas
Eve
,
as
you
see
them
now
—
servants
and
all
;
and
here
we
wait
,
until
the
clock
strikes
twelve
,
to
usher
Christmas
in
,
and
beguile
the
time
with
forfeits
and
old
stories
.
Trundle
,
my
boy
,
rake
up
the
fire
.
’
Up
flew
the
bright
sparks
in
myriads
as
the
logs
were
stirred
.
The
deep
red
blaze
sent
forth
a
rich
glow
,
that
penetrated
into
the
farthest
corner
of
the
room
,
and
cast
its
cheerful
tint
on
every
face
.
‘
Come
,
’
said
Wardle
,
‘
a
song
—
a
Christmas
song
!
I
’
ll
give
you
one
,
in
default
of
a
better
.
’
