They went in . At sight of an old gentleman in a Welsh wig , sitting behind such a high desk , that if he had been two inches taller , he must have 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 , which pointed to the hour of seven . He rubbed his hands ; adjusted his capacious waistcoat ; laughed all over himself , from his shoes to his organ of benevolence ; and called out , in a comfortable , oily , rich , fat , jovial voice : `` Yo ho , there ! Ebenezer ! Dick ! '' Scrooge 's former self , now grown a young man , came briskly in , accompanied by 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 . 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 XXXXX his hands , `` before a man can say Jack Robinson ! ''
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