A Christmas carol . pade that buried JacobMarley. But they didnt devote the whole eveningto music. After a while they played at forfeits;for it is good to be children sometimes, andnever better than at Christmas, when itsmighty Founder was a child himself. Stop !There was first a game at course there was. And I no more believeTopper was really blind than I believe hehad eyes in his boots. My opinion is, that itwas a done thing between him and Scroogesnephew : and that the Ghost of ChristmasPresent knew it. The way he went after thatplump sister in the lace tucker, was an outr
A Christmas carol . pade that buried JacobMarley. But they didnt devote the whole eveningto music. After a while they played at forfeits;for it is good to be children sometimes, andnever better than at Christmas, when itsmighty Founder was a child himself. Stop !There was first a game at course there was. And I no more believeTopper was really blind than I believe hehad eyes in his boots. My opinion is, that itwas a done thing between him and Scroogesnephew : and that the Ghost of ChristmasPresent knew it. The way he went after thatplump sister in the lace tucker, was an outrageon the credulity of human nature. Knockingdown the fire-irons, tumbling over the chairs,bumping up against the piano, smotheringhimself among the curtains, wherever shewent, there went he. He always knewwhere the plump sister was. He would ntcatch anybody else. If you had fallen upagainst him, as some of them did, and stoodthere, he would have made a feint of endeav-ouring to seize you, which would have been k^^I. 107
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