Strophe

1   2|     alive again!'' ~Old Fezziwig laid down his pen, and looked
2   3|       show for sixpence; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda
3   4|         upon it, if I could have laid my hands on anything else.
4   4|        he not go on? ~The mother laid her work upon the table,
5   4| Cratchits got upon his knees and laid, each child a little cheek,