Martha. And how big it is! (All take seats.)
Bob. And don't it smell good!
Betty. Hurray for the Christmas goose.
Tim. Hurray! (Cratchit makes signal, all bend heads for a silent grace.)
Cratchit (after pronounced pause). And God bless Christmas Day.
Tim. God bless us all, every one. (Cratchit and Mrs. Cratchit serve the meal. All eat.)
Cratchit. I've got a situation in my eye for Master Peter.
Peter. A situation for me?
Cratchit. Yes, sir, for you. Full five-and-sixpence weekly.
All. Oh, Peter!