A Budget of Christmas TalesChristian Herald, 1895 - 299 sivua An anthology of English and American Christmas tales. |
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A Budget of Christmas Tales Charles Dickens,H. W. Collingwood,Hezekiah Butterworth Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2013 |
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Abby Alderman Angela arms asked Bells Black Prince bless Bob Cratchit bright eyes Captain chair CHARLES DICKENS child Chimes Christmas Day Christmas Eve cold Cratchit cried Trotty dark dear dinner Dolly door dress EBENEZER SCROOGE Edith exclaimed eyes face fairy Fanny father Fezziwig fire Francolin gentleman Ghost girl goblin hand happy head heard heart Hiel hope Ice-Heart Injun Jacob Marley kissed knew lady laughed light listened lived Liz'beth looked mamma married MAS DAY Merry Christmas mind mother mummers never night old Marg Pete poor pretty Robin round Santa Claus Scrooge Scrooge's nephew seemed Sir Joseph sleep smile snow Spirit stood sure Taunton tears tell There's thing thought Tiny Tim Toby Veck took tripe Tugby turned voice walked wife window woman wonder words young
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Sivu 44 - Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce ; Martha dusted the hot plates ; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table ; the two young Cratchits set chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and, mounting guard upon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest they should shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped.
Sivu 14 - No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect.
Sivu 42 - Then 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...
Sivu 66 - Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point,' said Scrooge, ' answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of the things that May be only ? * Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by which it stood.
Sivu 36 - It isn't that," said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self. "It isn't that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy: to make our service light or burdensome: a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count 'em up: what then! The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.
Sivu 45 - Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing.
Sivu 42 - 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!
Sivu 16 - Christmas' on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!" "Uncle!" pleaded the nephew. "Nephew!" returned the uncle, sternly, "keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.
Sivu 15 - The door of Scrooge's countinghouse was open, that he might keep his eye upon his clerk, who, in a dismal little cell beyond, a sort of tank, was copying letters.
Sivu 16 - ... to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good ; and I say, God bless it !" The clerk in the tank involuntarily applauded.