第11章 The First of the Three Spirits(3)

To hear Scrooge expending all the earnestness of his nature on such subjects,in a most extraordinary voice between laughing and crying;and to see his heightened and excited face;would have been a surprise to his business friends in the city,indeed.

"There's the Parrot!"cried Scrooge."Green body and yellow tail,with a thing like a lettuce growing out of the top of his head;there he is!Poor Robin Crusoe,he called him,when he came home again after sailing round the island."Poor Robin Crusoe,where have you been,Robin Crusoe?"

The man thought he was dreaming,but he wasn't.It was the Parrot,you know.There goes Friday,running for his life to the little creek!Halloa!

Hoop!Halloo!''

Then,with a rapidity of transition very foreign to his usual character,he said,in pity for his former self,"Poor boy!''and cried again.

"I wish,''Scrooge muttered,putting his hand in his pocket,and looking about him,after drying his eyes with his cuff:"but it's too late now."

"What is the matter?"asked the Spirit.

"Nothing,"said Scrooge."Nothing.There was a boy singing a Christmas Carol at my door last night.I should like to have given him something:that's all.''

The Ghost smiled thoughtfully,and waved its hand:saying as it did so,"Let us see another Christmas!''

Scrooge's former self grew larger at the words,and the room became a little darker and more dirty.The panels shrunk,the windows cracked;

fragments of plaster fell out of the ceiling,and the naked laths were shown instead;but how all this was brought about,Scrooge knew no more than you do.He only knew that it was quite correct;that everything had happened so;that there he was,alone again,when all the other boys had gone home for the jolly holidays.

He was not reading now,but walking up and down despairingly.Scrooge looked at the Ghost,and with a mournful shaking of his head,glanced anxiously towards the door.

It opened;and a little girl,much younger than the boy,came darting in,and putting her arms about his neck,and often kissing him,addressed him as her "Dear,dear brother."

"I have come to bring you home,dear brother!"said the child,clapping her tiny hands,and bending down to laugh."To bring you home,home,home!"

"Home,little Fan?"returned the boy.

"Yes!"said the child,brimful of glee."Home,for good and all.

Home,for ever and ever.Father is so much kinder than he used to be,that home's like Heaven!He spoke so gently to me one dear night when I was going to bed,that I was not afraid to ask him once more if you might come home;and he said Yes,you should;and sent me in a coach to bring you.

And you're to be a man!"said the child,opening her eyes,"and are never to come back here;but first,we're to be together all the Christmas long,and have the merriest time in all the world.''

"You are quite a woman,little Fan!''exclaimed the boy.

She clapped her hands and laughed,and tried to touch his head;but being too little,laughed again,and stood on tiptoe to embrace him.Then she began to drag him,in her childish eagerness,towards the door;and he,nothing loth to go,accompanied her.

A terrible voice in the hall cried."Bring down Master Scrooge's box,there!"and in the hall appeared the schoolmaster himself,who glared on Master Scrooge with a ferocious condescension,and threw him into a dreadful state of mind by shaking hands with him.He then conveyed him and his sister into the veriest old well of a shivering best-parlour that ever was seen,where the maps upon the wall,and the celestial and terrestrial globes in the windows,were waxy with cold.Here he produced a decanter of curiously light wine,and a block of curiously heavy cake,and administered instalments of those dainties to the young people:at the same time,sending out a meagre servant to offer a glass of something to the postboy,who answered that he thanked the gentleman,but if it was the same tap as he had tasted before,he had rather not.Master Scrooge's trunk being by this time tied on to the top of the chaise,the children bade the schoolmaster good-bye right willingly;and getting into it,drove gaily down the garden-sweep:the quick wheels dashing the hoar-frost and snow from off the dark leaves of the evergreens like spray.

"Always a delicate creature,whom a breath might have withered,''said the Ghost."But she had a large heart!''

"So she had,''cried Scrooge."You're right,I will not gainsay it,Spirit.God forbid!"

"She died a woman,"said the Ghost,"and had,as I think,children."

"One child,"Scrooge returned.

"True,"said the Ghost."Your nephew!"

Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind;and answered briefly,"Yes."

Although they had but that moment left the school behind them,they were now in the busy thoroughfares of a city,where shadowy passengers passed and repassed;where shadowy carts and coaches battle for the way,and all the strife and tumult of a real city were.It was made plain enough,by the dressing of the shops,that here too it was Christmas time again;

but it was evening,and the streets were lighted up.

The Ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door,and asked Scrooge if he knew it.

"Know it!"said Scrooge."Was I apprenticed here!"

They went in.At sight of an old gentleman in a Welch wig,sitting behind such a high desk,that if he had been two inches taller he must have knocked his head against the ceiling,Scrooge cried in great excitement:

"Why,it's old Fezziwig!Bless his heart;it's Fezziwig alive again!"

Old Fezziwig laid down his pen,and looked up at the clock,which pointed to the hour of seven.He rubbed his hands;adjusted his capacious waistcoat;

laughed all over himself,from his shows to his organ of benevolence;and called out in a comfortable,oily,rich,fat,jovial voice:

"Yo ho,there!Ebenezer!Dick!"

Scrooge's former self,now grown a young man,came briskly in,accompanied by his fellow-'prentice.

"Dick Wilkins,to be sure!"said Scrooge to the Ghost."Bless me,yes.There he is.He was very much attached to me,was Dick.Poor Dick!