Yes , my buck ! '' `` It 's hanging there now , '' replied the boy . `` Is it ? '' said Scrooge . `` Go and buy it . '' `` Walk-ER ! '' exclaimed the boy . `` No , no , '' said Scrooge , `` I am in earnest . Go and buy it , and tell 'em to bring it here , that I may give them the directions where to take it . Come back with the man , and I 'll give you a shilling . Come back with him in less than five minutes , and I 'll give you half-a-crown ! '' The boy was off like a shot . He must have had a steady hand at a trigger who could have got a shot off half so fast . `` I 'll send it to Bob Cratchit 's , '' whispered Scrooge , rubbing his hands , and splitting with a laugh . `` 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 XXXXX his hand .
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