But it was not so very gritty when done, and only made Shadrach think about the Arabs and the sandwiches; though, after distributing so many scraps, father's share of bloater, or grit, was not large; and then up jumped the refreshed head of the family, and prepared for another start. "'Tain't much, eighteen shillings a week, with a family, is it?" said Shadrach, counting the money out in his wife's hand; "but, never mind, there's lots worse off." Mrs Pratt gave a shrug, as much as to say, "And lots better." But, smiling again, she told what preparations had been made towards the next day. "There, I can't stop," said Shadrach; "you must do it all. Goose, you know! Wait till it's quite late at Leadenhall, and then you'll get it cheap. They can't sell them all out." Mrs Pratt seemed to think that the goose would make a fearful hole in eighteen shillings. "There's coals, and grosheries, and vegetables, and bread, and butter; and Ginger's boots are in a sad state, and--and--" Certainly, Ginger's boots were in a sad state; but that was not of much consequence, according to the Countess de Noailles; and if she advocated bare feet amidst the aristocracy, she would have little pity for Ginger--domus name of Mr Pratt's fourth son; for Shadrach was given to nicknaming his children in accordance with the common objects of his life: hence "Ginger," "Pepper," and "Spicy" were familiar terms for as many children. "But didn't I, eh?--the Christmas-box?" said Shadrach, pinching his chin and looking innocent. "Why, an old cheat!" cried Mrs Pratt, rushing to the door, and finding a brown paper parcel resting behind the bulky umbrella upon her clogs; and then, amidst a volley of cheers, bearing it to the table, which was directly surrounded by chairs, climbed upon by an escalading party, and it was only by dint of great presence of mind that Mrs Pratt saved the brown paper citadel by hurriedly opening it, drawing out a pound of raisins, and bribing the attacking party by giving them a plum apiece. "Ta ta! I'm off," cried Shadrach, with glistening eyes, as he hurried out and banged the door after him; but only to climb on to the window-sill by means of holding on to the water-butt and nearly pulling it over, when he could peep through a hole in the shutter and see his wife hold up to the eyes of the exultant children the Christmas-box regularly given by Teman, Sundry, and Sope to their _employes_. There was a pound of raisins, and a pound of currants, and a ditto brown sugar, a ditto lump, an ounce of spice, and a quarter of a pound of peel; which was the last packet opened, when Shadrach leaped down and hurried away through the dirty street. But it was fine now overhead, and the stars began to twinkle brightly, while the slushy roads were fast growing crisp; but not crisp enough to prevent moisture from creeping through into Shadrach's boots.