''What has ever got your precious father, then?' said Mrs. Cratchit. 'And your brother, Tiny Tim; and Martha warn't as late last Christmas Day by half-an-hour!' ''Here's Martha, mother!' said a girl, appearing as she spoke. ''Here's Martha, mother!' cried the two young Cratchits. 'Hurrah! There's _such_ a goose, Martha!' ''Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!' said Mrs. Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her, with officious zeal. ''We'd a deal of work to finish up last night,' replied the girl, 'and had to clear away this morning, mother!' ''Well! Never mind so long as you are come,' said Mrs. Cratchit. 'Sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm, Lord bless ye!' ''No, no! There's father coming,' cried the two young Cratchits, who were every where at once. 'Hide, Martha, hide!' 'So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter, exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his thread-bare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! ''Why, where's our Martha?' cried Bob Cratchit looking round. ''Not coming,' said Mrs. Cratchit. ''Not coming!' said Bob, with a sudden declension in his high spirits; for he had been Tim's blood horse all the way from church, and had come home rampant. 'Not coming upon Christmas Day!' 'Martha didn't like to see him disappointed, if it were only in joke; so she came out prematurely from behind the closet door, and ran into his arms, while the two young Cratchits hustled Tiny Tim, and bore him off into the wash-house, that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper. ''And how did little Tim behave?' asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content. ''As good as gold,' said Bob, 'and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.' 'Bob's voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty.