A Christmas Carol: The Last of the Spirits

1369.737 - 1400.871 Keith Morrison

The mother and her daughters were engaged in sewing, but surely they were very quiet. The mother laid her work upon the table and put her hand up to her face. "'The color hurts my eyes,' she said. "'The color? Oh, poor tiny Tim!' They're better now again, said Cratchit's wife. It makes them weak by candlelight, and I wouldn't show weak eyes to your father when he comes home for the world.