Scrooge's Own Room

Scrooge began to think that the source and secret of this ghostly light might be in the adjoining room, from whence on further tracing it, it seemed to shine. He got up softly and shuffled in his slippers to the door. A strange voice called him by his name and bade him enter. The walls and ceilings were so hung with living green that it looked a perfect grove,. From every part of which bright, gleaming berries glistened the crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe and ivy reflected back the light as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there. And such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimneys as that dull petrification