“Why, that you were a good wife,” replied Bob.

“Everybody knows that,” said Peter.

“Very well observed, my boy!” cried Bob. “I hope they do. 'Heartily sorry,' he said, 'for your good wife. If I can be of service to you in any way,' he said, giving me his card, 'that's where I live. Pray come to me.' Now, it wasn't,” cried Bob, “for the sake of anything he might be able to do for us, so much as for his kind way, that this was quite delightful. It really seemed as if he had known our Tiny Tim, and felt with us.”

“I'm sure he's a good soul!” said Mrs. Cratchit.

“You would be sure of it, my dear,” returned Bob, “if you saw and spoke to him. I shouldn't be at all surprised —