[Illustration: MR. NADGETT PRODUCES THE RESULT OF HIS PRIVATE INQUIRIES--Chap. xxxviii.] [Illustration: "I AM GOING TO BEGIN, TOM. DON'T YOU WONDER WHY I BUTTER THE INSIDE OF THE BASIN!" SAID HIS BUSY LITTLE SISTER, "EH, TOM?"--Chap. xxxix.] [Illustration: "I CAN'T SAY; IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL. I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA. BUT," SAID FIPS, TAKING OFF A VERY DEEP IMPRESSION OF THE WAFER-STAMP UPON THE CALF OF HIS LEFT LEG, AND LOOKING STEADILY AT TOM, "I DON'T KNOW THAT IT'S A MATTER OF MUCH CONSEQUENCE"--Chap. xxxix.] [Illustration: MRS. GAMP CREATES A SENSATION WITH HER UMBRELLA--Chap. xl.] [Illustration: "NOW, COULD YOU CUT A MANS THROAT WITH SUCH A THING AS THIS!" DEMANDED JONAS--Chap. xli.] [Illustration: AWOKE TO FIND JONAS STANDING AT HIS BEDSIDE WATCHING HIM. AND THAT VERY DOOR WIDE OPEN.--Chap. xlii.] [Illustration: FAMILIAR FACES--Chap. xliii.] [Illustration: "OH FIE, FIE!" CRIED MR. PECKSNIFF. "YOU ARE VERY PLEASANT. THAT I AM SURE YOU DON'T! THAT I AM SURE YOU DON'T! HOW CAN YOU, YOU KNOW"--Chap. xliv.] [Illustration: MR. MODDLE, WITH A DARK LOOK, REPLIED: "THE DRIVERS WON'T DO IT"--Chap. xlvi.] [Illustration: MRS. GAMP FAVOURS THE COMPANY WITH AN EXHIBITION OF PROFESSIONAL SKILL--Chap. xlvi.] [Illustration: DONE--Chap. xlvii.] [Illustration: "SPEAK OUT!" SAID MARTIN, "AND SPEAK THE TRUTH"--Chap. xlvii.] [Illustration: THEN MRS. GAMP ROSE--MORALLY AND PHYSICALLY ROSE--AND DENOUNCED HER--Chap. xlix.] [Illustration: BROTHER AND SISTER--Chap. l.] [Illustration: HE STARTED BACK AS HIS EYES MET THOSE, STANDING IN AN ANGLE OF THE WALL, AND STARING AT HIM. HIS NECKERCHIEF WAS OFF; HIS FACE WAS ASHY PALE--Chap. li.] [Illustration: THE FALL OF PECKSNIFF--Chap. lii.] [Illustration: "YES SIR," RETURNED MISS PECKSNIFF, MODESTLY, "I AM. I--MY DRESS IS RATHER--REALLY MRS. TODGERS!"--Chap. liv.] [Illustration: TOM'S REVERIE--Chap. liv.] CHRISTMAS BOOKS [Illustration] TWENTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD [Illustration: "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!"--_A Christmas Carol_, Stave i.] [Illustration: MARLEY'S GHOST--_A Christmas Carol_, Stave i.] [Illustration: HE HAD BEEN TIM'S BLOOD-HORSE ALL THE WAY FROM CHURCH, AND HAD COME HOME RAMPANT--_A Christmas Carol_, Stave iii.] [Illustration: THIS PLEASANTRY WAS RECEIVED WITH A GENERAL LAUGH--_A Christmas Carol_, Stave iv.] [Illustration: "WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS!" SAID JOE, "BED CURTAINS!"--_A Christmas Carol_, Stave iv.] [Illustration: "NO," SAID TOBY, AFTER ANOTHER SNIFF. "IT'S--IT'S MELLOWER THAN POLONIES. IT'S VERY NICE. IT IMPROVES EVERY MOMENT. IT'S TOO DECIDED FOR TROTTERS. AN'T IT!"--_The Chimes_, First Quarter] [Illustration: THE POOR MAN'S FRIEND.--_The Chimes_, Second Quarter] [Illustration: "NEVER MORE, MEG; NEVER MORE! HERE! HERE! CLOSE TO YOU, HOLDING TO YOU, FEELING YOUR DEAR BREATH UPON MY FACE!"--_The Chimes_, Third Quarter]