Scro. Halloo! Whoop! How are you! Merry Christmas! There's a turkey for you! This bird never could have stood upon his legs, he would have snapped 'em short off in a minute, like sticks of sealing-wax. Here's your half-crown, boy. Now take the monster to Bob Cratchit, Camden-town; and tell him it's a present from his grandmother, who wishes him A Merry Christmas, and A Happy New Year. Hold, that, turkey is too large for you to carry; take a cab, here's the money to pay for it.
Enter Mr. and Mrs. Badger, R.
Scro. Why, here comes James Badger and wife, as sure as I live. Good morning!
James. Good morning, sir! A Merry Christmas to you!
Scro. The same to you both, and many of them.
Mrs. B. He seems in a good humor, speak to him about it.
Scro. Going to church, eh?
James. We were going, sir, to hear the Christmas Carols, but mindful of the obligation resting upon us, which falls due to-morrow, and of our inability to meet the payment, we have called to beg your indulgence, and ask for a further extension of time.
Scro. Why, James, how much do you owe me?
James. Twenty pounds, sir.