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THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS25if he knew it.“Know it?” said Scrooge. “Was I apprenticed here?”They went in. At sight of an old gentleman in a Welsh wig, sittingbehind such a high desk, that if he had been two inches taller he musthave knocked his head against the ceiling, Scrooge cried in great excitement:“Why, it’s old Fezziwig! Bless his heart; it’s Fezziwig alive again!”Old Fezziwig laid down his pen, and looked up at the clock, whichpointed to the hour of seven. He rubbed his hands; adjusted his capaciouswaistcoat; laughed all over himself, from his shows to his organof benevolence; and called out in a comfortable, oily, rich, fat, jovialvoice:“Yo ho, there! Ebenezer! Dick!”Scrooge’s former self, now grown a young man, came briskly in, accompaniedby his fellow-prentice.“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. PoorDick. Dear, dear.”“Yo ho, my boys,” said Fezziwig. “No more work to-night. <strong>Christmas</strong>Eve, Dick. <strong>Christmas</strong>, Ebenezer. Let’s have the shutters up,” cried oldFezziwig, with a sharp clap of his hands, “before a man can say JackRobinson.”You wouldn’t believe how those two fellows went at it. They chargedinto the street with the shutters—one, two, three—had them up in theirplaces—four, five, six—barred them and pinned then—seven, eight,nine—and came back before you could have got to twelve, panting likerace-horses.“Hilli-ho!” cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk,with wonderful agility. “Clear away, my lads, and let’s have lots of roomhere. Hilli-ho, Dick. Chirrup, Ebenezer.”Clear away. There was nothing they wouldn’t have cleared away, orcouldn’t have cleared away, with old Fezziwig looking on. It was donein a minute. Every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissedfrom public life for evermore; the floor was swept and watered, thelamps were trimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehousewas as snug, and warm, and dry, and bright a ball-room, as youwould desire to see upon a winter’s night.

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