ought to have been “Yes”: inasmuch as an answer in the negative was sufficient to have diverted their thoughts from Mr. Scrooge, supposing they had ever had any tendency that way.

“He has given us plenty of merriment, I am sure,” said Fred, “and it would be ungrateful not to drink his health. Here is a glass of mulled wine ready to our hand at the moment; and I say, 'Uncle Scrooge!'“

“Well! Uncle Scrooge!” they cried.

“A merry Christmas and a happy New Year to the old man, whatever he is!” said Scrooge's nephew. “He wouldn't take it from me, but may he have it nevertheless. Uncle Scrooge!”

Uncle Scrooge had imperceptibly become so gay and light of