A Christmas Carol: The Second of the Three Spirits

1758.172 - 1785.399 Keith Morrison

I mean to give him the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not, for I pity him He may rail at Christmas until he dies, but he can't help thinking better of it. I defy him if he finds me going there in good temper year after year and saying, Uncle Scrooge, how are you? If it only puts him in the vein to leave his poor clerk fifty pounds. That's something. I think I shook him yesterday.