Scrooge. Is it? Go and buy it.
Wait. Aw, go on!
Scrooge. No, no; I'm in earnest. Go and buy it and tell 'em to bring it here, that I may tell 'em 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 give you half-a-crown.
Wait. Watch me. (Rushes out.)
Scrooge. What a fine little fellow. See him run. I'll send the turkey to Bob Cratchit's. He shan't know who sends it. It's twice the size of Tiny Tim. He should be here by now.
Enter Cratchit from R.
Cratchit. Morning, sir. (Takes off cap and muffler, goes to desk, starts to work.)
Scrooge (at desk). What do you mean by coming here at this time of day?
Cratchit. I'm very sorry, sir. Very, very sorry.
Scrooge. Sorry? (Sarcastically.) Yes, you are! Come here! Come here at once! Understand!