Рождественская история

           Iwasmakingrathermerryyesterday,sir.’

           ‘Now,I’lltellyouwhat,myfriend,’saidScrooge,‘Iamnotgoingtostandthissortofthinganylonger.Andtherefore,’hecontinued,leapingfromhisstool,andgivingBobsuchadiginthewaistcoatthathestaggeredbackintotheTankagain;‘andthereforeIamabouttoraiseyoursalary.’

           Bobtrembled,andgotalittlenearertotheruler.HehadamomentaryideaofknockingScroogedownwithit,holdinghim,andcallingtothepeopleinthecourtforhelpandastrait-waistcoat.

           ‘AmerryChristmas,Bob,’saidScrooge,withanearnestnessthatcouldnotbemistaken,asheclappedhimontheback.‘AmerrierChristmas,Bob,mygoodfellow,thanIhavegivenyouformanyayear!I’llraiseyoursalary,andendeavourtoassistyourstrugglingfamily,andwewilldiscussyouraffairsthisveryafternoon,overaChristmasbowlofsmokingbishop,Bob.Makeupthefires,andbuyanothercoal-scuttlebeforeyoudotanotheri,BobCratchit.’

           Scroogewasbetterthanhisword.Hediditall,andinfinitelymore;andtoTinyTim,whodidnotdie,hewasasecondfather.Hebecameasgoodafriend,asgoodamaster,andasgoodaman,asthegoodoldcityknew,oranyothergoodoldcity,town,orborough,inthegoodoldworld