Out after dark in a breezy spot--sa

After sailing round the island. "Poor Robin Crusoe, where have you
been, Robin Crusoe?"
The man thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. It was the Parrot,
you know.

There goes Friday, running for his life to the little creek! Halloa!
Hoop! Halloo!' Then, with a rapidity of transition very foreign to
his usual character, he said, in pity for his former self, 'Poor
boy!' and cried again. 'I wish,' Scrooge

muttered, putting his hand in his pocket, and looking about him,
after drying his eyes with his cuff; 'but it's too late now.' 'What
is the matter?' asked the Spirit. 'Nothing,' said Scrooge. 'Nothing.
There was a boy singing a Christmas carol at my door last night. I
should like to have given him something: that's all.' The Ghost
smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand, saying

as it did so, 'Let
us see another Christmas!' Scrooge's
former self grew larger at the words, and the room became a li