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“ I don’t know what day of the month it is！” said Scrooge. “ I don’t know how long I’ve been among the spirits. I don’t know anything. I’m quite a baby. Never mind. I don’t care. I’d rather be a baby. Hollo！Whoop！Hollo，here！”
He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard. Clash，clang，hammer；ding，dong，bell. Bell，dong，ding；hammer，clang，clash！Oh，glorious，glorious！
Running to the window，he opened it，and put out his head. No fog，no mist；clear，bright，jovial，stirring，cold；cold，piping for the blood to dance to；golden sunlight；heavenly sky；sweet fresh air；merry bells. Oh，glorious. Glorious！
“ What’s to-day ？ ” cried Scrooge，calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes，who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
“ Eh ？ ” returned the boy，with all his might of wonder.
“ What’s to-day，my fine fellow ？ ” said Scrooge.
“ To-day！” replied the boy. “ Why，Christmas Day，
“ It’s Christmas Day！” said Scrooge to himself. “ I haven’t missed it. The spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can. Hollo，my fine fellow！”
“ Hollo！” returned the boy.
