Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head.
No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the
blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells.
Oh, glorious! Glorious!
“What’s to-day!” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in
Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
“Eh?” returned the boy, with all his might of wonder.
“What’s to-day, my fine fellow?” said Scrooge.
“To-day!” replied the boy. “Why, Christmas Day.”
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