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Chapter 5
‘Ihaven’tmissedit!TheSpiritshavedoneitallinonenight.Theycandoanythingtheylike.Ofcoursetheycan.Ofcoursetheycan.Hallo,myfinefellow!’
‘Hallo!’returnedtheboy.
‘DoyouknowthePoulterer’s,inthenextstreetbutone,atthecorner?’Scroogeinquired.
‘IshouldhopeIdid,’repliedthelad.
‘Anintelligentboy!’saidScrooge.‘Aremarkableboy.Doyouknowwhetherthey’vesoldtheprizeTurkeythatwashangingupthere—NotthelittleprizeTurkey:thebigone?’
‘What,theoneasbigasme?’returnedtheboy.
‘Whatadelightfulboy!’saidScrooge.‘It’sapleasuretotalktohim.Yes,mybuck!’
‘It’shangingtherenow,’repliedtheboy.
‘Isit!’saidScrooge.‘Goandbuyit!’
‘Walk-er!’exclaimedtheboy.
‘No,no,’saidScrooge,‘Iaminearnest.Goandbuyit,andtellthemtobringithere,thatImaygivethemthedirectionwheretotakeit.Comebackwiththeman,andI’llgiveyouashilling.ComebackwithhiminlessthanfiveminutesandI’llgiveyouhalf-a-crown!’
Theboywasofflikeashot.Hemusthavehadasteadyhandatatriggerwhocouldhavegotashotoffhalfsofast.
‘I’llsendittoBobCratchit’s,’whisperedScrooge,rubbinghishands,andsplittingwithalaugh.‘Heshan’tknowwhosentit.It’stwicethesizeofTinyTim.JoeMillernevermadesuchajokeassendingittoBob’swillbe.’
