Enter Little Cratchit and Martha. Door in flat.
Little C. Here's Martha, mother! Here's Martha Hurrah! Oh, Martha, there's such a big goose at the bakers, next door. I smelt it cooking.
Mrs. C. Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are! (Kissing her and taking off her bonnet and shawl.)
Martha. We'd a deal of work to finish up last night, and had to clear away this morning, mother.
Mrs. C. Well, never mind, so long as you are come. Sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm, Lord bless ye.
Little C. No, no! There's father coming. Hide, Martha, hide. (Martha gets behind the door.)
Enter Bob Cratchit with Tiny Tim on his shoulder and little crutch in his hand. Spirit and Scrooge following, coming down front, and observing with interest all that passes.
Bob. Why, where's our Martha? (Looking around and putting Tiny Tim down.)
Little C. Come, Tiny Tim, and see the pudding boil. [Exeunt children.]
Mrs. C. Not coming.