“You’ll want all day to-morrow, I suppose?” said Scrooge.
“If quite convenient, sir.”
“It’s not convenient,” said Scrooge, “and it’s not fair. If I was to stop half-a-crown for it, you’d think yourself ill used, I’ll be bound?”
The clerk smiled faintly. Scrooge hated him a little for it. Tomorrow, Crachett’s day would be full of merry distractions, while Scrooge would count the bones of his former partner and the failures that went along with each one. With this in mind, Scrooge proceeded to take cold comfort in watching the good man squirm. After all it was, in part, the man’s fault.
“And yet,” said Scrooge, “you don’t think me ill used when I pay a day’s wages for no work.”
The clerk observed that it was only once a year. Truly, Cratchit seemed to have assigned no significance of the day and how it related to his employment.
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