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Chapter 5

           Thehandinwhichhewrotetheaddresswasnotasteadyone,butwriteithedid,somehow,andwentdown-stairstoopenthestreetdoor,readyforthecomingofthepoulterer’sman.Ashestoodthere,waitinghisarrival,theknockercaughthiseye.

           ‘Ishallloveit,aslongasIlive,’criedScrooge,pattingitwithhishand.‘Iscarcelyeverlookedatitbefore.Whatanhonestexpressionithasinitsface!It’sawonderfulknocker!Here’stheTurkey!Hallo!Whoop!Howareyou?MerryChristmas!’

           ItwasaTurkey.Henevercouldhavestooduponhislegs,thatbird.Hewouldhavesnappedthemshortoffinaminute,likesticksofsealing-wax.

           ‘Why,it’simpossibletocarrythattoCamdenTown,’saidScrooge.‘Youmusthaveacab.

           Thechucklewithwhichhesaidthis,andthechucklewithwhichhepaidfortheTurkey,andthechucklewithwhichhepaidforthecab,andthechucklewithwhichherecompensedtheboy,wereonlytobeexceededbythechucklewithwhichhesatdownbreathlessinhischairagain,andchuckledtillhecried.

           Shavingwasnotaneasytask,forhishandcontinuedtoshakeverymuch;andshavingrequiresattention,evenwhenyoudon’tdancewhileyouareatit.Butifhehadcuttheendofhisnoseoff,hewouldhaveputapieceofsticking-plasteroverit,andbeenquitesatisfied.

           Hedressedhimselfallinhisbest,andatlastgotoutintothestreets.

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