How our scribbles can become a roaring fire!
Make America Purr Again… I’ve met a lot of people who are anxious about the future. Are you one of them? Do you believe you can’t make a difference because you are just one person against the world? It seems
Stave 5, Continued… Scrooge Redeemed But he was early at the office next morning. Oh, he was early there. If he could only be there first, and catch Bob Cratchit coming late! That was the thing he had set his
Stave 5 Continued… Mr. Scrooge “Why, it’s impossible to carry that to Camden Town,” said Scrooge. “You must have a cab.” The chuckle with which he said this, and the chuckle with which he paid for the Turkey, and the
Stave 5: THE END OF IT. YES! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in! “I
Stave 4 Continued… EBENEZER SCROOGE They drew about the fire, and talked; the girls and mother working still. Bob told them of the extraordinary kindness of Mr. Scrooge’s nephew, whom he had scarcely seen but once, and who, meeting him
Stave 4 Continued… A Little Tenderness “Let me see some tenderness connected with a death,” said Scrooge; “or that dark chamber, Spirit, which we left just now, will be for ever present to me.” The Ghost conducted him through several
Stave 4 Continued… The Phantom The room was very dark, too dark to be observed with any accuracy, though Scrooge glanced round it in obedience to a secret impulse, anxious to know what kind of room it was. A pale
Stave 4 Continued… “What odds then! What odds, Mrs. Dilber?” said the woman. “Every person has a right to take care of themselves. He always did.” “That’s true, indeed!” said the laundress. “No man more so.” “Why then, don’t
Stave 4 Continued… The Parlor Not another word. That was their meeting, their conversation, and their parting. Scrooge was at first inclined to be surprised that the Spirit should attach importance to conversations apparently so trivial; but feeling assured that
Stave Four: THE LAST OF THE SPIRITS. THE Phantom slowly, gravely, silently, approached. When it came near him, Scrooge bent down upon his knee; for in the very air through which this Spirit moved it seemed to scatter gloom and