BY CHARLES DICKENS
Charles Dickens (1812-1870): One of the most popular of English novelists. He gives sympathetic pictures of the life of the lower classes, and some of his works were largely instrumental in the reform of social abuses. Among his best known novels are "Pickwick Papers," "David Copperfield," "Oliver Twist," and "Nicholas Nickleby."This selection is from "A Christmas Carol," one of the tales included in the popular series of "Christmas Stories."Up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit"s wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and getting the corners of his monstrous shirt-collar-Bob"s private property, conferred upon his son and heir in honor of the day-into his mouth, rejoiced to find himself so gallantly attired, and yearned1 to show his linen in the fashionable parks.
And now two smaller Cratchits, boy and girl, came tearing in, screaming that outside the baker"s they had smelt the goose, and known it for their own; and basking in luxurious thoughts of sage and onion, these young Cratchits danced about the1 yearned: wished greatly.
table, and exalted Master Peter Cratchit to the skies, while he-not proud, although his collar nearly choked him - blew the fire, until the slow potatoes, bubbling up, knocked loudly at the saucepan lid to be let out and peeled.
"What has ever got your precious father, then?" said Mrs. Cratchit. "And your brother, Tiny Tim! And Martha warn"t as late last Christmas-day by half an hour!""Here"s Martha, mother!" said a girl, appearing as she spoke. "Here"s Martha, mother!" cried the two young Cratchits.
"Hurrah! There"s such a goose, Martha!"
Tiny Tim upon his shoulder.
"Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!"said Mrs. Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her with officious zeal.
"We"d a deal of work to finish up last night," replied the girl, "and had to clear away this morning, mother!""Well! Never mind, so long as you are come," said Mrs. Cratchit. "Sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm, Lord bless ye!""No, no! There"s father coming," cried the two young Cratchits, who were everywhere at once. "Hide, Martha. hide!"So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter, exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim! he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame.
"Why, where"s our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit, looking round.
"Not coming," said Mrs. Cratehit.
"Not coming!" said Bob, with a sudden declension1 in his high spirits; for he had been Tim"s bloodhorse all the way from church, and had come home rampant2 -" not coming upon Christmas-day!"Martha didn"t like to see him disappointed, if it were only in joke; so she came out prematurely3 from behind the closet1 Declension: falling off. 2 Rampant: leaping.
3 Prematurely: too early; before the proper time.
door, and ran into his arms, while the two young Cratchits hustled Tiny Tim, and bore him off into the washhouse, that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper.
"And how did little Tim behave?" asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied1 Bob on his credulity2, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart"s content.
"As good as gold," said Bob, "and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember, upon Christmas-day, who made lame beggars walk and blind men see." Bob"s voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was growing strongand hearty.
His active little crutch was heard upon the floor, and back came Tiny Tim before another word was spoken, escorted by his brother and sister to his stool beside the fire; and while Bob, turning up his cuffs-as if, poor fellow! they were capable of being made more shabby-compounded some hot mixture in a jug with gin and lemons, and stirred it round and round, and put it on the hob to simmer, Master Peter and the two ubiquitous3 young Cratchits went to fetch the goose, with which they soon returned in high procession.
1Rallied: teased.
2Credulity: readiness of belief.
3Ubiquitous: being everywhere at the same time.
Mrs. Cratchit made the gravy- ready beforehand in a little saucepan -hissing hot; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table; the two young Cratchits set chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and, mounting guard upon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest they should shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped.