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Title: A Christmas carol
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Coburn, Frederick Simpson
Subjects: Christmas stories Misers
Publisher: New York : Putnam
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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B Cbrtstmas Carol They would be done long before Sunday, hesaid. Sunday! You went to-day then,Robert ? said his wife. Yes, my dear, returned Bob. I wishyou could have gone. It would have doneyou good to see how green a place it is.But you 11 see it often. 1 promised himthat I would walk there on a Sunday. Mylittle, little child! cried Bob. My littlechild ! He broke down all at once. He could nthelp it. If he could have helped it, he andhis child would have been farther apart per-haps than they were. . He left the room, and went up-stairs intothe room above, which was lighted cheerfully,and hung with Christmas. There was a chairset close beside the child, and there weresigns of some one having been there, lately.Poor Bob sat down in it, and when he hadthought a little and composed himself, hekissed the little face. He was reconciled towhat had happened, and went down againquite happy. They drew about the fire, and talked ; thegirls and mother working still. Bob told 137
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H (Tbristmas Carol them of the extraordinary kindness of Mr.Scrooges nephew, whom he had scarcelyseen but once, and who, meeting him in thestreet that day, and seeing that he looked alittle—just a little down, you know, saidBob, inquired what had happened to distresshim. On which, said Bob, for he is thepleasantest-spoken gentleman you ever heard,I told him. I am heartily sorry for it, Mr.Cratchit, he said, and heartily sorry for yourgood wife. By the bye, how heever knew that, 1 dont know. Knew what, my dear.^Why, that you were a goodwife, replied Bob. Everybody knows that ! said Peter.Very well observed, my boy! criedBob, 1 hope they do. Heartily sorry, hesaid, for your good wife. If 1 can be ofservice to you in any way, he said, givingme his card, thats where 1 live. Pray cometo me. Now, it wasnt, cried Bob, forthe sake of anything he might be able to dofor us, so much as for his kind way, that thiswas quite delightful. It really seemed as ifhe had known our Tiny Tim, and felt wi

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