“Yo ho, my boys! Said Fezziwig. No more work tonight. Christmas Eve, Dick. Christmas Ebenezer!”
“Mr. Scrooge!”, said Bob; I’ll give you Mr. Scrooge, the Founder of the Feast
”Spirit!, he cried, tight clutching at its robe, hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been for this intercourse.”
“Come back with the man, and I’ll give you a schilling. Come back within five minutes, and I’ll give you half a crown!”
“I’ll raise your salary and endeavor to assist your struggling family, and we will discuss your affairs this very afternoon over a Christmas bowl of smoking bishop, Bob!”