Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . and the celestial and terrestrial globes in thewindows, were waxy with cold. Here he produceda decanter of curiously light wine, and a block ofcuriously heavy cake, and administered instalmentsof those dainties to the young people: at the sametime, sending out a meagre servant to offer a glassof something to the postboy, who answered thathe thanked the gentleman, but if it was the sametap as he had tasted before, he had rather not. Mas-ter Scrooges trunk being by this time tied
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . and the celestial and terrestrial globes in thewindows, were waxy with cold. Here he produceda decanter of curiously light wine, and a block ofcuriously heavy cake, and administered instalmentsof those dainties to the young people: at the sametime, sending out a meagre servant to offer a glassof something to the postboy, who answered thathe thanked the gentleman, but if it was the sametap as he had tasted before, he had rather not. Mas-ter Scrooges trunk being by this time tied on tothe top of the chaise, the children bade the school-master good-bye right willingly; and getting intoit, drove gaily down the garden-sweep: the quickwheels dashing the hoar-frost and snow from off thedark leaves of the evergreens like spray. Always a delicate creature, whom a breath mighthave withered, said the Ghost. But she had alarge heart! A Christmas Carol 281 So she had, cried Scrooge. Youre right. Illnot gainsay it, Spirit. God forbid! She died a woman, said the Ghost, and had,as I think, IN THE BEST PARLOR One child, Scrooge returned. True, said the Ghost. Your nephew! Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind; and answeredbriefly, Yes. Although they had but that moment left the schoolbehind them, they were now in the busy thorough- 282 A Christmas Carol fares of a citj^ where shadowy passengers passedand repassed; where shadowy carts and coacheshattled for the way, and all the strife and tumultof a real city were. It was made plain enough, hythe dressing of the shops, that here, too, it wasChristmas time again; but it was evening, and thestreets were lighted up. The Ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door,and asked Scrooge if he knew it. Know it! said Scrooge. Was I ajDprenticedhere? They went in. At sight of an old gentleman ina Welsh wig, sitting behind such a high desk, thatif he had been two inches taller he must haveknocked his head against the ceiling,
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