Stave Four（第3/7页）
“ What odds then！What odds，Mrs. Dilber ？ ” said the woman. “ Every person has a right to take care of themselves. He always did！”
“ That’s true，indeed！” said the laundress. “ No man，more so.”
“ Why then，don’t stand staring as if you was afraid，woman；who’s the wiser ？ Were not going to pick holes in each other’s coats，I suppose ？”
“ No，indeed！” said Mrs. Dilber and the man together. “We should hope not.”
“ Very well，then！” cried the woman. “ That’s enough. Who’s the worse for the loss of a few things like these ？ Not a dead man，I suppose.”
“ No，indeed，” said Mrs. Dilber，laughing.
“ If he wanted to keep ’em after he was dead，a wicked old screw，” pursued the woman，“ why wasn’t he natural in his lifetime ？ If he had been，he’d have had somebody to look after him when he was struck with death，instead of lying gasping out his last there，alone by himself.”
“ It’s the truest word that ever was spoke，” said Mrs. Dilber. “ It’s a judgment on him.”
“ I wish it was a little heavier judgment，”replied the woman；“ and it should have been，you may depend upon it，if I could have laid my hands on anything else. Open that bundle，old Joe，and let me know the value of it. Speak out plain I’m not afraid to be the first，nor afraid for them to see it. We knew pretty well that we were helping ourselves，before we met here，I believe. Its no sin. Open the bundle，Joe.”
But the gallantry of her friends would not allow of this；and the man in faded black，mounting the breach first，produced his plunder. It was not extensive. A seal or two，a pencil-case，a pair of sleeve-buttons，and a brooch of no great value，were all. They were severely examined and appraised by old Joe，who chalked the sums he was disposed to give for each，upon the wall，and added them up into a total when he found that there was nothing more to come.
“ That’s your account，” said Joe，“ and I wouldn’t give another sixpence，if I was to be boiled for not doing it. Who’s next ？ ”
Mrs. Dilber was next. Sheets and towels，a little wearing apparel，two old-fashioned silver teaspoons，a pair of sugar-tongs and a few boots. Her account was stated on the wall in the same manner.
“ I always give too much to ladies. It’s a weakness of mine，and that’s the way I ruin myself，” said old Joe. “That’s your account. If you asked me for another penny，and made it an open question，I’d repent of being so liberal，and knock off half a crown.”
“ And now undo my bundle，Joe，” said the first woman.
Joe went down on his knees for the greater convenience of opening it，and having unfastened a great many knots，dragged out a large heavy roll of some dark stuff.
“ What do you call this ？ ” said Joe. “ Bed-curtains！”
“ Ah！”returned the woman，laughing and leaning forward on her crossed arms. “ Bed-curtains！”
“You don’t mean to say you took ’em down，rings and all，with him lying there ？ ” said Joe.
“ Yes，I do，” replied the woman. “ Why not ？ ”
“ You were born to make your fortune，” said Joe，“ and you’ll certainly do it.”
“ I certainly shan’t hold my hand，when I can get anything in it by reaching it out，for the sake of such a man as he was，I promise you，Joe，” returned the woman coolly. “ Don’t drop that oil upon the blankets，now.”
“ His blankets ？ ” asked Joe.
“ Whose else's do you think ？”replied the woman. “ He isn’t likely to take cold without ’em，I dare say.”
“ I hope he didn’t die of anything catching ？Eh？” said old Joe，stopping in his work，and looking up.
“ Don’t you be afraid of that，”returned the woman. “ I ain’t so fond of his company that I’d loiter about him for such things，if he did. Ah！You may look through that shirt till your eyes ache；but you won’t find a hole in it，nor a threadbare place. It’s the best he had，and a fine one too. They’d have wasted it if it hadn’t beer for me.”
“ What do you call wasting of it ？ ” asked old Joe.
“ Putting it on him to be buried in，to be sure，” replied the woman，with a laugh. “ Somebody was fool enough to do it，but I took it off again. If calico ain’t good enough for such a purpose，it isn’t good enough for anything. It’s quite as becoming to the body. He can’t look uglier than he did in that one.”
Scrooge listened to this dialogue in horror. As they sat grouped about their spoil，in the scanty light afforded by the old man’s lamp，he viewed them with a detestation and disgust，which could hardly have been greater，though they had been obscene demons，marketing the corpse itself.
“ Ha，ha！” laughed the same woman，when old Joe，producing a flannel bag with money in it，told out their several gains upon the ground. “ This is the end of it，you see. He frightened every one away from him when he was alive，to profit us when he was dead！Ha，ha，ha！”