'What's to-day?'

Running to the window, Scrooge 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 sun-light; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious!

''What's today?'' cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes. . . .

''Eh?'' returned the boy with all his might of wonder.

''What's to-day my fine fellow?'' said Scrooge.

''Today!'' replied the boy. ''Why Christmas Day.''