Yes! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the future was his own, to change his life in!
'I will remember the past,and think of the future,' repeated Scrooge, as he jumped out of bed. 'God bless you, Jacob Marley! And God bless Christmas!'
In this excitement he found it difficult to speak. His face was still wet frome crying. 'Here are my bed-curtains!' he cried delightedly. 'They aren't stolen! And I'm alive! Those were only shadows of things that may be! The future will be different! I know it will!'
All this time his hands were busy, hurriedly putting on his clothes. He put his left foot in his right shoe, couldn't find the bottons on his shirt, and forgot to brush his hair.
'I don't know what I'm doing!' said Scrooge, laughing and crying at the same time. 'A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy new year to all the world! Hurrah! There's the door which Jacob's ghost came through! There's the corner where the ghost of Christmas Present sat!