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Updated: June 19, 2025
Coming to a poorer part of the city, they met Tiny Tim tapping along on his little crutch, passed Toby Veck at a windy street-corner, and saw all the little Tetterbys playing in the mud. 'Come down this street, and take a glimpse at St. Giles's, the worst part of London, said the Professor; and, following, Livy saw misery enough in five minutes to make her heart ache for the day.
'What's the matter! What's the matter! 'You're always a-being begged, and prayed, upon your bended knees you are, said the footman with great emphasis to Trotty Veck, 'to let our door-steps be. Why don't you let 'em be? CAN'T you let 'em be? 'There! That'll do, that'll do! said the gentleman. 'Halloa there! Porter! beckoning with his head to Trotty Veck. 'Come here. What's that? Your dinner?
Have we a right to say that these portraits of a possible humanity, this Portia, this Toby Veck, this Tiny Tim, this ideal man and woman, are real men and real women in possibility, if not in the actualities of life? Or are we to think of them as simply phantasmagoria hung up for the delectation of a passing moment?
Toby Veck Toby Veck, door open wide Toby, Toby Veck Toby Veck, door open wide Toby then fiercely back to their impetuous strain again, and ringing in the very bricks and plaster on the walls. Toby listened. Fancy, fancy! His remorse for having run away from them that afternoon! No, no. Nothing of the kind. Again, again, and yet a dozen times again.
The incongruity, we mean, observable between the queer little ticket-porter and the elfin phantoms of the belfry; between Trotty Veck, in his "breezy, goose-skinned, blue-nosed, red-eyed, stony-toed, tooth-chattering" stand-point by the old church-door, and the Goblin Sight beheld by him when he had clambered up, up, up among the roof-beams of the great church-tower.
Down the Mews here, Uncle Will, and stop at the black door, with "T. Veck, Ticket Porter," wrote upon a board; and here we are and here we go, and here we are indeed, my precious. Meg, surprising you! With which words Trotty, in a breathless state, set the child down before his daughter in the middle of the floor.
As in the original Christmas book, so also in the Reading, the one flagrant improbability was the consumption by Alderman Cute of the last lukewarm tid-bit of tripe left by Trotty Veck down at the bottom of the basin its consumption, indeed, by any alderman, however prying or gluttonous.
They had clear, loud, lusty, sounding voices, had these Bells; and far and wide they might be heard upon the wind. For my part, I confess myself of Toby Veck's belief, for I am sure he had opportunities enough of forming a correct one. And whatever Toby Veck said, I say. In fact he was a ticket-porter, Toby Veck, and waited there for jobs.
'When things is very bad, said Trotty; 'very bad indeed, I mean; almost at the worst; then it's "Toby Veck, Toby Veck, job coming soon, Toby! Toby Veck, Toby Veck, job coming soon, Toby!" That way. 'And it comes at last, father, said Meg, with a touch of sadness in her pleasant voice. 'Always, answered the unconscious Toby. 'Never fails.
And a breezy, goose-skinned, blue-nosed, red-eyed, stony-toed, tooth-chattering place it was, to wait in, in the winter-time, as Toby Veck well knew. The wind came tearing round the corner especially the east wind as if it had sallied forth, express, from the confines of the earth, to have a blow at Toby.
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