had frisked into the sitting-room, and was now standing there: perfectly winded.

“There's the saucepan that the gruel was in!” cried Scrooge, starting off again, and going round the fire-place. “There's the door by which the Ghost of Jacob Marley entered! There's the corner where the Ghost of Christmas Present sat! There's the window where I saw the wandering Spirits! It's all right, it's all true, it all happened. Ha, ha, ha!”

Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years, it was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh. The father of a long, long line of brilliant laughs!

“I don't know what day of the month it is,” said Scrooge. “I don't know how long I have been among the Spirits.