"Spirit," said Scrooge, "tell me if Tiny Tim will live." "I see an empty seat in the poor chimney corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully kept. If these shadows remain unaltered by the future, the child will die." "No, no," said Scrooge. "Say he will be spared." "If he is going to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population." Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted back to him. "Man," said the Ghost, "if you have a heart, do not speak such wicked words until you have discovered what the surplus is and where it is. It may be that in the sight of Heaven you are more worthless than millions like this poor man's child." Then it opened its robe, and two starved children clung there. "This boy is Ignorance," it said. "This girl is Want. Beware of them both, but most of all beware this boy."