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51719	nan	Under the Holly: Christmas-Tide in Song and Story			.txt	text/plain	9551	651	88	looked like copper-plates hammered out thin, birds of passage came and It was just at the holy Christmas-tide that the Oak-tree dreamt his most "But the little blue flower near the water,--I want that too," said the "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 never mind so long as you are come," said Mrs. Cratchit. So Martha hid herself; and in came little Bob, the father, with at "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit, looking round. Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a his withered little hand in his, as if he loved the child, and wished to "It should be Christmas Day, I am sure," said she, "on which one drinks "My dear," was Bob's mild answer, "Christmas Day!" warm food, and the great, glorious Christmas tree!"	./cache/51719.txt	./txt/51719.txt