The colour? Ah, poor Tiny Tim!
"They're better now again," said Cratchit's wife. "It
makes them weak by candle-light; and I wouldn't show weak
eyes to your father when he comes home, for the world. It
must be near his time."
"Past it rather," Peter answered, shutting up his book.
"But I think he has walked a little slower than he used,
these few last evenings, mother."
They were very quiet again. At last she said, and in a
steady, cheerful voice, that only faltered once:
"I have known him walk with--I have known him walk
with Tiny Tim upon his shoulder, very fast indeed."
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