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"So she had," cried Scrooge. "You're right. I will not gainsay it, Spirit. God forbid!"<\/p>\n

"She died a woman," said the Ghost, "and had, as I think, children."<\/p>\n

"One child," Scrooge returned.<\/p>\n

"True," said the Ghost. "Your nephew!"<\/p>\n

Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind; and answered briefly, "Yes."<\/p>\n

Although they had but that moment left the school behind them, they were now in the busy thoroughfares of a city, where shadowy passengers passed and repassed; where shadowy carts and coaches battled for the way, and all the strife and tumult of a real city were. It was made plain enough, by the dressing of the shops, that here too it was Christmas time again; but it was evening, and the streets were lighted up.<\/p>\n

The Ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door, and asked Scrooge if he knew it.<\/p>\n

"Know it!" said Scrooge. "Was I apprenticed here!"<\/p>\n

They went in. At sight of an old gentleman in a Welsh wig, sitting behind such a high desk, that if he had been two inches taller he must have knocked his head against the ceiling, Scrooge cried in great excitement:<\/p>\n

"Why, it's old Fezziwig! Bless his heart; it's Fezziwig alive again!"<\/p>\n

Old Fezziwig laid down his pen, and looked up at the clock, which pointed to the hour of seven. He rubbed his hands; adjusted his capacious waistcoat; laughed all over himself, from his shoes to his organ of benevolence; and called out in a comfortable, oily, rich, fat, jovial voice:<\/p>\n

"Yo ho, there! Ebenezer! Dick!"<\/p>\n

Scrooge's former self, now grown a young man, came briskly in, accompanied by his fellow-'prentice.<\/p>\n

"Dick Wilkins, to be sure!" said Scrooge to the Ghost. "Bless me, yes. There he is. He was very much attached to me, was Dick. Poor Dick! Dear, dear!"<\/p>\n

"Yo ho, my boys!" said Fezziwig. "No more work to-night. Christmas Eve, Dick. Christmas, Ebenezer! Let's have the shutters up," cried old Fezziwig, with a sharp clap of his hands, "before a man can say Jack Robinson!"<\/p>\n

You wouldn't believe how those two fellows went at it! They charged into the street with the shutters--one, two, three--had 'em up in their places--four, five, six--barred 'em and pinned 'em--seven, eight, nine--and came back before you could have got to twelve, panting like race-horses.<\/p>\n

"Hilli-ho!" cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk, with wonderful agility. "Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here! Hilli-ho, Dick! Chirrup, Ebenezer!"<\/p>\n

Clear away! There was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away, or couldn't have cleared away, with old Fezziwig looking on. It was done in a minute. Every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed from public life for evermore; the floor was swept and watered, the lamps were trimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse was as snug, and warm, and dry, and bright a ball-room, as you would desire to see upon a winter's night.<\/p>\n

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