  TWENTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD "It's not convenient," said Scrooge, "and it's not fair. If I was to stop half-a-crown for it, you'd think yourself ill used, I'll be bound!"—A Christmas Carol, Stave i. Marley's Ghost—A Christmas Carol, Stave i. He had been Tim's blood-horse all the way from church, and had come home rampant—A Christmas Carol, Stave iii. This pleasantry was received with a general laugh—A Christmas Carol, Stave iv. "What do you call this!" said Joe, "bed curtains!"—A Christmas Carol, Stave iv. "No," said Toby, after another sniff. "It's—it's mellower than polonies. It's very nice. It improves every moment. It's too decided for trotters. An't it!"—The Chimes, First Quarter The poor man's friend.—The Chimes, Second Quarter "Never more, Meg; never more! Here! here! Close to you, holding to you, feeling your dear breath upon my face!"—The Chimes, Third Quarter "Whither thou goest, I can not go; where thou lodgest, I do not lodge; thy people are not my people; nor thy God, my God!"—The Chimes, Third Quarter "You're in spirits Tugby, my dear," observed his wife.... "No," said Tugby. "No; not particular. I'm a little elevated. The muffins came so pat!"—The Chimes, Fourth Quarter John Peerybingle's fireside—The Cricket on the Hearth, Chirp the first "Did its mother make it up a beds, then!" cried Miss Slowboy to the baby; "and did its hair grow brown and curly when its caps was lifted off, and frighten it, a precious pets, a sitting by the fires!"—The Cricket on the Hearth, Chirp the first "The extent to which he's winking at this moment!" whispered Caleb to his daughter. "Oh, my gracious!"—The Cricket on the Hearth, Chirp the second Suffering him to clasp her round the waist, as they moved slowly down the dim wooden gallery—The Cricket on the Hearth, Chirp the second After dinner Caleb sang the song about the sparkling bowl—The Cricket on the Hearth, Chirp the third The ploughshare still turned up, from time to time, some rusty bits of metal, but it was hard to say what use they had ever served, and those who found them wondered and disputed—The Battle of Life, Part the first "By the bye," and he looked into the pretty face, still close to his, "I suppose it's your birthday"—The Battle of Life, Part the first "I think it will be better not to hear this, Mr. Craggs!" said Snitchey, looking at him across the client. "I think not," said Craggs—both listening attentively—The Battle of Life, Part the second "What is the matter!" he exclaimed. "I don't know. I—I am afraid to think. Go back. Hark!"—The Battle of Life, Part the second Guessed half aloud, "milk and water," "monthly warning," "mice and walnuts"—and couldn't approach her meaning—The Battle of Life, Part the third "Merry and happy, was it?" asked the chemist in a low voice. "Merry and happy old man!"—The Haunted Man, chap. i. It roved from door-step to door-step, in the arms of little Johnny Tetterby, and lagged heavily at the rear of troops of juveniles who followed the tumblers, etc.—The Haunted Man, chap. ii. "Mr. Redlaw!" he exclaimed, and started up—The Haunted Man, chap. ii. "I'm not a-going to take you there. Let me be or I'll heave some fire at you!"—The Haunted Man, chap. ii. "You speak to me of what is lying here," the phantom interposed, and pointed with its finger to the boy—The Haunted Man, chap. iii. "What a wonderful man you are, father! How are you father? are you really pretty hearty, though?" said William, shaking hands with him again, and patting him again, and rubbing him gently down again—The Haunted Man, chap. iii. The sedate face in the portrait, with the beard and ruff, looked down at them—The Haunted Man, chap. iii. |
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