Poor Dick ! Dear , dear ! '' `` Yo ho , my boys ! '' said Fezziwig . `` No more work to-night . Christmas-eve , Dick . Christmas , Ebenezer ! Let 's have the shutters up , '' cried old Fezziwig with a sharp clap of his hands , `` before a man can say Jack Robinson ! '' You would n't believe how those two fellows went at it ! They charged into the street with the shutters -- one , two , three -- had 'em up in their places -- four , five , six -- barred 'em and pinned 'em -- seven , eight , nine -- and came back before you could have got to twelve , panting like race-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 room here ! Hilli-ho , Dick ! Chirrup , Ebenezer ! '' Clear away ! There was nothing they would n't have cleared away , or could n't have cleared away , with old Fezziwig looking on . It was done in a minute . Every movable was packed off , as if it were dismissed from public life for evermore ; the floor was swept and watered , the lamps were trimmed , fuel was heaped upon the fire ; and the warehouse was as snug , and warm , and dry , and bright a ball-room as you would desire to see upon a winter 's night . In came a fiddler with a music-book , and went up to the lofty desk , and made an orchestra of it , and tuned like fifty stomachaches .
In came Mrs. XXXXX , one vast substantial smile .
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