A Christmas carol . angingdown before him ; and his threadbare clothesdarned up and brushed, to look seasonable ;and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas forTiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had hislimbs supported by an iron frame ! Why, Wheres our Martha? cried BobCratchit, looking round. Not coming, said Mrs. Cratchit. **Not coming ! said Bob, with a suddendeclension in his high spirits ; for he hadbeen Tims blood horse all the way fromchurch, and had come home rampant. Notcoming upon Christmas Day ! Martha did nt like to see him disappointed,if it were only in joke ; so she came outprematu
A Christmas carol . angingdown before him ; and his threadbare clothesdarned up and brushed, to look seasonable ;and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas forTiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had hislimbs supported by an iron frame ! Why, Wheres our Martha? cried BobCratchit, looking round. Not coming, said Mrs. Cratchit. **Not coming ! said Bob, with a suddendeclension in his high spirits ; for he hadbeen Tims blood horse all the way fromchurch, and had come home rampant. Notcoming upon Christmas Day ! Martha did nt like to see him disappointed,if it were only in joke ; so she came outprematurely from behind the closet door, andran into his arms, while the two youngCratchits hustled Tiny Tim, and bore him offinto the wash-house, that he might hearthe pudding singing in the copper. And how did little Tim behave?asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bobon his credulity, and Bob had hugged hisdaughter to his hearts content. As good as gold, said Bob, and he gets thoughtful, sitting by 87.
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