The Cricket on the Hearth
The Cricket on the Hearth is the third in Charles Dickens' series of Christmas classics that started with his beloved A Christmas Carol. In this tale the Peerybingle and Plummer families find themselves at odds with crotchety toymaker Mr. Tackleton, who hates children as much as he hates making toys.
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Page 70 - Blind Girl smiled, and nodded. " The bird that can sing and won't sing, must be made to sing, they say,
Page 12 - And here, if you like, the Cricket did chime in! with a Chirrup, Chirrup, Chirrup of such magnitude, by way of chorus; with a voice, so astoundingly disproportionate to its size, as compared with the Kettle; (size! you couldn't See it!) that if it had then and there burst itself like an overcharged gun: if it had fallen a victim ,'• on the spot, and chirruped its little body into fifty . pieces, it would have seemed a natural and inevitable consequence, for which it had expressly labored.
Page 14 - ... with anything like certainty. But, of this, there is no doubt : that, the kettle and the Cricket, at one and the same moment, and by some power of amalgamation best known to themselves, sent, each, his fireside song of comfort streaming into a ray of the candle that shone out through the window, and a long way down the lane. And this...
Page 12 - It persevered with undiminished ardour; but the Cricket took first fiddle and kept it. Good Heaven, how it chirped! Its shrill, sharp, piercing voice resounded through the house, and seemed to twinkle in the outer darkness like a star. There was an indescribable little trill and tremble in it, at its loudest, which suggested its being carried off its legs, and made to leap again, by its own intense enthusiasm.
Page 8 - ... a very idiot of a kettle, on the hearth. It was quarrelsome, and hissed and spluttered morosely at the fire. To sum up all, the lid, resisting Mrs. Peerybingle's fingers, first of all turned topsy-turvy, and then with an ingenious pertinacity deserving of a better cause, dived sideways in — down to the very bottom of the kettle. And the hull of the Royal George has never made half the monstrous resistance to coming out of the water, which the lid of that kettle employed against Mrs. Peerybingle,...
Page 11 - ... s only one relief in all the sad and murky air ; and I don't know that it is one, for it's nothing but a glare, of deep and angry crimson, where the sun and wind together, set a brand upon the clouds for being guilty of such weather ; and the widest open country is a long dull streak of black ; and...