while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and getting the corners of his monstrous shirt collar (Bob's private property, conferred upon his son and heir in honour of the day) into his mouth, rejoiced to find himself so gallantly attired, and yearned to show his linen in the fashionable Parks.
bitartean Peter Cratchit jauntxoa sardexka bat pataten kazolan hondoratu zuen, bere alkandorako lepoaren angelu izugarriak ahoan sartuz (alkandora Boben jabetza pribatua zen, bere semeari emana, eguneko ohorezko oinordeko bihurturik), mutila, hain era dotorean jantzia ikusteaz pozten zen, eta parke dotoreenetan bere arropa txuriaz presumitzeko irrikitan zegoen.