The father of a long , long line of brilliant laughs ! `` I do n't know what day of the month it is , '' said Scrooge . `` I do n't know how long I have been among the Spirits . I do n't know anything . I 'm quite a baby . Never mind . I do n't care . I 'd rather be a baby . Hallo ! Whoop ! Hallo here ! '' He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard . Clash , clash , hammer ; ding , dong , bell ! Bell , dong , ding ; hammer , clang , clash ! Oh , glorious , glorious ! Running to the window , he opened it , and put out his head . No fog , no mist ; clear , bright , jovial , stirring , cold ; cold , piping for the blood to dance to ; Golden sun-light ; Heavenly sky ; sweet fresh air ; merry bells . Oh , glorious ! Glorious ! `` What 's to-day ? ''
cried Scrooge , calling downward XXXXX a boy in Sunday clothes , who perhaps had loitered in to look about him .
Hallo Scrooge among by ding for in of sun-light to