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Just that—I'd like to be able to It seems easy enough to amuse these Metal halide lamp childish people，’said the ghost．‘It was nothing much that Fezziwig did，was it？ After all，he only spent a few pounds，on food and drink and paying the fiddler．’

‘It isn't a question of money，’replied Scrooge warmly．He was speaking like the young man he used to be，not the old man he was now．‘No，spirit，you see，our employer can make us happy or sad．His words，his looks，all these things are so important！The happiness that he gives is just as valuable as money！’

He suddenly stopped speaking，when he felt the spirit watching him closely．

‘What's the matter？’asked the ghost．

‘Er—nothing，’said Scrooge．‘Just that—I'd like to be able to say a word or two to my clerk now．’

Now Scrooge could see himself again．He was older now， and it was clear that he was beginning to show an unhealthy interest in money．His eyes were restless，and his mouth looked thin and mean．He was not alone，but was sitting beside a lovely young girl．The light that shone brightly from the ghost of Christmas Past showed that she was crying．