'A Christmas Carol', by Charles Dickens
Illustrated by Arthur Rackham, 1915
Read it here:
The Project Gutenberg eBook
Illustrated by Arthur Rackham, 1915
Read it here:
The Project Gutenberg eBook
Bob Cratchit went down a slide on Cornhill, at
the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in
honour of its being Christmas Eve
Nobody under the bed; nobody in the closet; nobody in
his dressing-gown, which was hanging up in a
suspicious attitude against the wall
The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither
and thither in restless haste and moaning as they went
Old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fezziwig
the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in
honour of its being Christmas Eve
Nobody under the bed; nobody in the closet; nobody in
his dressing-gown, which was hanging up in a
suspicious attitude against the wall
The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither
and thither in restless haste and moaning as they went
Old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fezziwig
The way he went after that plump
sister in the lace tucker!
'What do you call this?' said Joe. 'Bed-curtains'
'It's I, your uncle Scrooge. I have come
to dinner. Will you let me in, Fred?'
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