Scrooge never painted out Old Marley's name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the warehouse door: Scrooge and Marley.

A merry Christmas, Bob!" said Scrooge, with an earnestness that could not be mistaken, as he clapped him on the back.

If you should happen, by any unlikely chance, to know a man more blest in a laugh than Scrooge's nephew, all I can say is, I should like to know him too. Introduce him to me, and I'll cultivate his acquaintance.

Scrooge was not much in the habit of cracking jokes.

The noise in this room was perfectly tumultuous, for there were more children there, than Scrooge in his agitated state of mind could count.

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him.

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, nor wintry weather chill him.

Ha, ha!" laughed Scrooge's nephew. "Ha, ha, ha!"

Once upon a time — of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve — old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house.

Scrooge and Marley were partners for I don't know how many years.