An old, old man and woman, with their children and their children’s children, and another generation beyond that, all decked out gaily in their holiday attire.
…ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and getting the corners of his monstrous shirt collar (Bob’s private property, conferred upon his son and heir in honour of the day) into his mouth, rejoiced to find himself so gallantly attired, and yearned to show his linen in the fashionable Parks.
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de Breze, who was all astonishment at finding that this young man had the audacity to enter before the king in such attire.