' Old Fezziwig put down his pen, and looked at the clock Fastening his coat buttons over his fat stomach, he started laughing as he called out in a rich, deep, happy voice, Ebenezer! Dick! Seven o'clock! No more work tonight! It's Christmas Eve, remember!' The young Scrooge hurried in, with another clerk. hat's Dick Wilkins!' said Scrooge quietly to the ghost "He always liked me. Oh dear! Poor Dick!" all the pens Together the two young clerks put away and papers, and, following Fezziwig's orders, cleared all