I. CHRISTMAS AT FEZZIWIG'S WAREHOUSECHARLES DICKENS"Yo Ho! my boys," said Fezziwig. "No more work to-night! Christmas Eve,Dick! Christmas, Ebenezer! Let's have the shutters up!" cried oldFezziwig with a sharp clap of his hands, "before a man can say JackRobinson. . . .""Hilli-ho!" cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk withwonderful agility. "Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of roomhere! Hilli-ho, Dick! Cheer-up, Ebenezer!"Clear away! There was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away, orcouldn't have cleared away with old Fezziwig looking on. It was done ina minute. Every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed frompublic life forevermore; the floor was swept and watered, the lampswere trimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse was assnug, and warm, and dry, and bright a ballroom as you would desire tosee on a winter's night.