cried Mrs. Cratchit , reddening . `` I wish I had him here . I 'd give him a piece of my mind to feast upon , and I hope he 'd have a good appetite for it . '' `` My dear , '' said Bob , `` the children ! Christmas-day . '' `` It should be Christmas-day , I am sure , '' said she , `` on which one drinks the health of such an odious , stingy , hard , unfeeling man as Mr. Scrooge . You know he is , Robert ! Nobody knows it better than you do , poor fellow ! '' `` My dear ! '' was Bob 's mild answer . `` Christmas-day . '' `` I 'll drink his health for your sake and the Day 's , '' said Mrs. Cratchit , `` not for his . Long life to him ! A merry Christmas and a happy New Year ! He 'll be very merry and very happy , I have no doubt ! '' The children drank the toast after her . It was the first of their proceedings which had no heartiness in it . Tiny Tim drank it last of all , but he did n't care twopence for it . Scrooge was the Ogre of the family . The mention of his name cast a dark shadow on the party , which was not dispelled for full five minutes .
After it had passed away they were ten times merrier XXXXX before , from the mere relief of Scrooge the Baleful being done with .
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