Yes, you should; and sent me in a coach to bring you. And you’re to be a man!’ said the child, opening her eyes; ‘and are never to come back here; but first we’re to be together all the Christmas long, and have the merriest time in all the world.’
‘You are quite a woman, little Fan!’ exclaimed the boy.
She clapped her hands and laughed, and tried to touch his head; but, being too little laughed again, and stood on tiptoe to embrace him. Then she began to drag him, in her childish eagerness, towards the door; and he, nothing loath to go, accompanied her.
A terrible voice in the hall cried, ‘Bring down Master Scrooge’s box, there!’ and in the hall appeared the schoolmaster himself, who glared on Master Scrooge with a ferocious condescension, and threw him into a dreadful state of mind by shaking hands with him. He then conveyed him and his sister into the veriest old well of a shivering best parlour that ever was seen, where the maps upon the wall, and the celestial and terrestrial globes in the windows, were waxy with cold. Here he produced a decanter of curiously light wine, and a block of curiously heavy cake, and administered instalments of those dainties to the young people; at the same time sending out a meagre servant to offer a glass of ‘something’ to the postboy, who answered that he thanked the gentleman, but, if it was the same tap as he had tasted before, he
