up rose mrs. cratchit, cratchit"s wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence; and she laid the cloth, assisted by belinda cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while master peter cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and getting the corners of his monstrous shirt collar (bob"s private property, conferred upon his son and heir in honour of the day) into his mouth, rejoiced to find himself so gallantly attired, and yearned to show his linen in the fashionable parks.
and now two smaller cratehits, boy and girl, came tearing in, screaming that outside the baker"s they had smelt the goose, and known it for their own; and basking in luxurious thoughts1 of sage and onion, these young cratchits danced about the table, and exalted master peter cratchit to the skies, while he1 basking in luxurious thoughts: rejoicing in the thought of the coming feast.
(not proud, although his couars nearly choked him) blew the fire, until the slow potatoes bubbling up, knocked loudly at the saucepan-lid to be let out and peeled.
"what has ever got your precious father then?" said mrs. cratchit. "and your brother, tiny tim! and martha warn"t as late last christmas day by half-an-hour?""here"s martha, mother!" said a girl, appearing as she spoke. "here"s martha, mother!" cried the two young cratchits.
"hurrah! there"s such a goose, martha !"
"why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are !" said mrs. cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her with officious zeal1.
"we"d a deal of work to finish up last night," replied the girl,"and had to clear away this morning, mother!""well! never mind so long as you are come," said mrs. cratchit. "sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm, lord bless ye!""no, no! there"s father coming," cried the two young cratchits, who were everywhere at once. "hide, martha, hide!"so martha hid herself, and in came little bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter2 exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and tiny tim upon his shoulder. alas for tiny tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame!
"why, where"s our martha?" cried bob cratchit, looking1officious zeal: too eager attention.
2comforter: large scarf for neck wear.
round.
"not coming," said mrs. cratchit.
"tiny tim upon his shoulder"
"not coming!" said bob, with a sudden declension1 in his high spirits; for he had been tim"s blood-horse all the way from1 declension: falling away; lessening.
church, and had come home rampant1. "not coming upon christmas day !"martha didn"t like to see him disappointed, if it were only in joke; so she came out from behind the door, and ran into his arms, while the two young cratchits hustled tiny tim, and bore him off into the wash-house, that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper.
"and how did little tim behave?" asked mrs. cratchit, when bob had hugged his daughter to his heart"s content.
"as good as gold," said bob, "and better. somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. he told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon christmas day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see."bob"s voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when he said that tiny tim was growing strong and hearty.
his active little crutch was heard upon the floor, and back came tiny tim before another word was spoken, escorted by his brother and sister to his stool before the fire ; and while bob, turning up his cuffs-as if, poor fellow, they were capable of being made more shabby- compounded some hot mixture in a jug and stirred it round and round and put it on the hob to simmer, master peter, and the two young cratchits, went to fetch the goose, with which they soon returned in high procession.
1 rampant: bounding with joy.
lesson 42
