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Episode 11, Scrooge's sister.
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They left the high road by a well remembered lane and soon approached a mansion of dull red brick with a little weathercock surmounted cupola on the roof and a bell hanging in it. It was a large house, but one of broken fortunes, for the spacious offices were little used. Their walls were damp and mossy, their windows broken and their gates decayed.
Fowls clucked and strutted in the stables and the coach houses and sheds were overrun with grass. Nor was it more retentive of its ancient state within. For entering the dreary hall and glancing through the open doors of many rooms, they found them poorly furnished, cold and vast. There was an earthy savor in the air, a chilly bareness in the place, which associated itself somehow with too much getting up by candlelight and not too much to eat. They went, the ghost and Scrooge, across the hall to a door at the back of the house. It opened before them and disclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by lines of plain deal, forms and desks. At one of these, a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire.
Scrooge
Is that. Is that truly spirit? Tell me, is that truly me?
Ghost/Spirit
It is the shadow of who you have been It.
Narrator
Scrooge sat down upon a form and wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be. Not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle from the mice behind the panelling. Not a drip from the half thawed waterspout in the dole yard behind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent poplar. Not the idle swinging of an empty storehouse door, no, not a clicking in the fire, but fell upon the heart of Scrooge with a softening influence and gave a freer passage to his tears. Look. The spirit touched him on the arm and pointed to his younger self, intent upon his reading.
Suddenly, a man in foreign garments, wonderfully real and distinct to look at, stood outside the window with an axe stuck in his belt, and leading by the bridle, an ass laden with wood.
Scrooge
Why, it's Ali Baba. It's dear old honest Ali Baba.
Narrator
Yes, to hear Scrooge expending all the earnestness of his nature on such subjects, leaping fully formed from the pages of his books in a most extraordinary voice between laughing and crying. And to see his heightened and excited face would have been a surprise to his business friends in the city. Indeed.
Scrooge
There's the parrot. Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe. There goes Friday, running for his life to the little creek.
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Then, with a rapidity of transition very foreign to his usual character, he said in pity for his former self, poor boy, and cried again.
Scrooge
I wish, but it's too late now.
Ghost/Spirit
What is the matter?
Scrooge
Nothing, nothing. There was a boy singing a Christmas carol at my door last night. I should have liked to have given him something, that's all.
Ghost/Spirit
Let us see another Christmas.
Narrator
The ghost smiled thoughtfully and waved its hand.
Scrooge's former self grew larger at the words, and the room became a little darker and more dirty. The panels shrunk, the windows cracked, fragments of plaster fell out of the ceiling, and the naked laths were shown instead. But how all this was brought about, Scrooge knew no more than you do. He only knew that it was quite correct that everything had happened so that there he was, alone again when all the other boys had gone home for the jolly holidays.
He was not reading now, but walking up and down despairingly. Scrooge looked at the ghost and with a mournful shaking of his head, glanced anxiously towards the door.
Fan (Scrooge's sister)
Dear brother, I have come to bring you home, Dear brother, to bring you home.
Narrator
Home. Home.
Fan (Scrooge's sister)
Home, little fan.
Yes, home for good and all. Home forever and ever. Father is so much kinder than he used to be that home's like heaven. He spoke so gently to me one dear night when I was going to bed that I was not afraid to ask him once more if he might come home. And he said, yes, you should, and sent me in a coach to bring you. And you're to be a man and are never to come back here. But first we're to be together all the Christmas long and have the merriest time in all the world.
You are quite a woman, little Fan. Fun.
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She clapped her hands and laughed and tried to touch his head, but, being too little, laughed again and stood on tiptoe to embrace him. Then she began to drag him in her childish eagerness towards the door, and he, nothing loath to go, accompanied her.
Schoolmaster
Bring down Master Scrooge's box.
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There in the hall appeared the schoolmaster himself, who glared on Master Scrooge with a ferocious condescension and threw him into a dreadful state of mind by shaking hands with him.
Schoolmaster
Come now, we must toast you before you leave us, young Master Scrooge.
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He then conveyed him and his sister into the various old well of a shivering best parlour that was ever seen, where the maps upon the wall and the celestial and terrestrial globes in the windows were waxy with cold. Here he produced a decanter of curiously light wine and a block of curiously heavy cake, and administered instalments of those dainties to the young people.
Schoolmaster
Drink up, Master Scrooge. It is Christmas.
Fan (Scrooge's sister)
Thank you, sir.
Very great thank you, sir.
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Master Scrooge's trunk being by this time tied onto the top of the chase, the children bade the schoolmaster goodbye right willingly, and getting into it, drove gaily down the garden sweep, the quick wheels dashing the hoarfrost and snow from off the dark leaves of the evergreens like spray.
Ghost/Spirit
Always a delicate creature whom a breath might have withered. But she had a large heart.
Scrooge
So she had. You're right. I will not gainsay it. Spirit. God forbid.
Ghost/Spirit
She died a woman and had, as I think she. Children.
Scrooge
One child.
Narrator
True.
Ghost/Spirit
Your nephew?
Scrooge
Yes.
Narrator
Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind and answered only briefly. His brow furrowed at the thought of his nephew Fred's Christmas greeting earlier that day, wishing that he could have said a kinder word to him.
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Date: December 11, 2025
This episode of A Christmas Carol audio advent calendar transports listeners into Ebenezer Scrooge’s childhood, revisiting powerful moments that shaped his character. Through the guiding presence of the Ghost of Christmas Past, Scrooge relives memories of his lonely youth at boarding school and a tender reunion with his beloved sister, Fan. The episode explores themes of isolation, familial affection, regret, and the seeds of Scrooge's emotional detachment.
The episode blends Dickens’ rich descriptive language with emotionally charged performances, balancing melancholy with warmth. The tone is nostalgic and tender, inviting empathy for Scrooge’s wounded past while foreshadowing the possibility of redemption.
Episode Eleven is a poignant installment that deepens the listener’s understanding of Scrooge’s past and the emotional scars leading to his famous miserliness. Through memories of loneliness, imaginative escape, and sibling love, the seeds of regret and change are sown. The episode concludes with Scrooge’s unspoken longing for reconciliation with his nephew, setting the stage for further transformation.