Scro. An intelligent boy! a remarkable boy! Do you know whether they've sold the prize turkey that was hanging up there? Not the little prize turkey; the big one?
Voice outside. What the one as big as me?
Scro. What a delightful boy. It's a pleasure to talk to him. Yes, my buck.
Voice outside. It's hanging there now.
Scro. Is it? Go and buy it.
Voice outside. What do you take me for?
Scro. No, no. I am in earnest. Go and buy it, and tell 'em to bring it here, that I may give them the directions where to take it. Come back with the man, and I'll give you a shilling. Come back with him in less than five minutes, and I'll gave you half a crown. That boy's off like a shot. I'll send it to Bob Cratchit's. (Rubbing his hands and chuckling.) He shan't know who sent it. It's twice the size of Tiny Tim. Joe Miller never made such a joke as sending it to Bob's will be. I must write the directions for that turkey. (Sits at table to write.)
SCENE II—A street. Exterior of Scrooge's Chambers.
Enter Scrooge from the house.
Scro. (Addressing the knocker on the door.) I shall love it as long as I live. (Patting the knocker.) I scarcely ever looked at it before. What an honest expression it has in its face. It's a wonderful knocker.—Here's the turkey.
Enter boy with large turkey.