Excerpt from A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
1 "A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!" cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge’s nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach.
2 "Bah!" said Scrooge. "Humbug!"
3 He had so heated himself with rapid walking in the fog and frost, this nephew of Scrooge’s that he was all in a glow; his face was ruddy and handsome, his eyes sparkled, and his breath smoked again.
4 "Christmas a humbug, uncle!" said Scrooge’s nephew. "You don’t mean that, I am sure?"
5 "I do," said Scrooge. "Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough."
6 "Come, then," returned the nephew gaily. "What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be unhappy? You’re rich enough."