`` He sha n't know who sends it . It 's twice the size of Tiny Tim . Joe Miller never made such a joke as sending it to Bob 's will be ! '' The hand in which he wrote the address was not a steady one ; but write it he did , somehow , and went down-stairs to open the street-door , ready for the coming of the poulterer 's man . As he stood there , waiting his arrival , the knocker caught his eye . `` I shall love it as long as I live ! '' cried Scrooge , patting it with his hand . `` I scarcely ever looked at it before . What an honest expression it has in its face ! It 's a wonderful knocker ! -- Here 's the Turkey . Hallo ! Whoop ! How are you ? Merry Christmas ! '' It was a Turkey ! He never could have stood upon his legs , that bird . He would have snapped 'em short off in a minute , like sticks of sealing-wax . `` Why , it 's impossible to carry that to Camden Town , '' said Scrooge . `` You must have a cab . ''
The chuckle with which he said this , and the chuckle with which he paid for the XXXXX , and the chuckle with which he paid for the cab , and the chuckle with which he recompensed the boy , were only to be exceeded by the chuckle with which he sat down breathless in his chair again , and chuckled till he cried .
Bob Hallo Miller Scrooge Turkey down-stairs knocker minute poulterer sealing-wax