The Colour Hurts My Eyes

Where had scrooge heard those words? He had not dreamed them. The boy must have read them out as he and the spirit crossed the threshold. Why did he not go on? She resumed intent upon her work, and his father loved him so that it was no trouble,. And there is your father at the door. Little bob and his comforter, he had need of it. Poor fellow came in. His tea was ready for him on the hob. They all tried who should help him to it most. Then the two young cratchits got upon his knees and laid each child little cheek against his face, as if they said, don't mind it, father,