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dear face, as grow’d into a woman’s at my hearth. But, all night long, her arms has been about my neck; and her head has laid heer; and we knows full well, as we can put our trust in one another, ever more.”

He ceased to speak, and his hand upon the table rested there in perfect repose, with a resolution in it that might have conquered lions.

“It was a gleam of light upon me, Trot,” said my aunt, drying her eyes, “when I formed the resolution of being godmother to your sister Betsey Trotwood, who disappointed me; but, next to that, hardly anything would have given me greater pleasure, than to be godmother to that good young creature’s baby!”

Mr. Peggotty nodded his understanding of my aunt’s feelings, but could not trust himself with any verbal reference to the subject of her commendation. We all remained silent, and occupied with our own reflections (my aunt drying her eyes, and now sobbing convulsively, and now laughing and calling herself a fool); until I spoke.

“You have quite made up your mind,” said I to Mr. Peggotty, “as to the future, good friend? I need scarcely ask you.”

“Quite, Mas’r Davy,” he returned; “and told Em’ly. Theer’s mighty countries, fur from heer. Our future life lays over the sea.”

“They will emigrate together, aunt,” said I.

“Yes!” said Mr. Peggotty, with a hopeful smile. “No one can’t reproach my darling in Australia. We will begin a new life over theer!”

I asked him if he yet proposed to himself any time for going away.

“I was down at the Docks early this morning, sir,” he returned, “to get information concerning of them ships. In about six weeks or two months from now, there’ll be one sailing⁠—I see her this morning⁠—went aboard⁠—and we shall take our passage in her.”

“Quite alone?” I asked.

“Aye, Mas’r Davy!” he returned. “My sister, you see, she’s that fond of you and yourn, and that accustomed to think on’y of her own country, that it wouldn’t be hardly fair to let her go. Besides which, theer’s one she has in charge, Mas’r Davy, as doen’t ought to be forgot.”

“Poor Ham!” said I.

“My good sister takes care of his house, you see, ma’am, and he takes kindly to her,” Mr. Peggotty explained for my aunt’s better information. “He’ll set and talk to her, with a calm spirit, wen it’s like he couldn’t bring himself to open his lips to another. Poor fellow!” said Mr. Peggotty, shaking his head, “theer’s not so much left him, that he could spare the little as he has!”

“And Mrs. Gummidge?” said I.

“Well, I’ve had a mort of consideration, I do tell you,” returned Mr. Peggotty, with a perplexed look which gradually cleared as he went on, “concerning of Missis Gummidge. You see, wen Missis Gummidge falls a-thinking of the old ’un, she an’t what you may call good company. Betwixt you and me, Mas’r Davy⁠—and you, ma’am⁠—wen Mrs. Gummidge takes to wimicking,”⁠—our old country word for crying⁠—“she’s liable to be considered to be, by them as didn’t know the old ’un, peevish-like. Now I did know the old ’un,” said Mr. Peggotty, “and I know’d his merits, so I unnerstan’ her; but ’tan’t entirely so, you see, with others⁠—nat’rally can’t be!”

My aunt and I both acquiesced.

“Wheerby,” said Mr. Peggotty, “my sister might⁠—I doen’t say she would, but might⁠—find Missis Gummidge give her a leetle trouble now-and-again. Theerfur ’tan’t my intentions to moor Missis Gummidge ’long with them, but to find a Beein’ fur her wheer she can fisherate for herself.” (A “Beein’ ” signifies, in that dialect, a home, and to fisherate is to provide.) “Fur which purpose,” said Mr. Peggotty, “I means to make her a ’lowance afore I go, as’ll leave her pretty comfort’ble. She’s the faithfullest of creeturs. ’Tan’t to be expected, of course, at her time of life, and being lone and lorn, as the good old Mawther is to be knocked about aboardship, and in the woods and wilds of a new and fur-away country. So that’s what I’m a-going to do with her.”

He forgot nobody. He thought of everybody’s claims and strivings, but his own.

“Em’ly,” he continued, “will keep along with me⁠—poor child, she’s sore in need of peace and rest!⁠—until such time as we goes upon our voyage. She’ll work at them clothes, as must be made; and I hope her troubles will begin to seem longer ago than they was, wen she finds herself once more by her rough but loving uncle.”

My aunt nodded confirmation of this hope, and imparted great satisfaction to Mr. Peggotty.

“Theer’s one thing furder, Mas’r Davy,” said he, putting his hand in his breast pocket, and gravely taking out the little paper bundle I had seen before, which he unrolled on the table. “Theer’s these here banknotes⁠—fifty pound, and ten. To them I wish to add the money as she come away with. I’ve asked her about that (but not saying why), and have added of it up. I an’t a scholar. Would you be so kind as see how ’tis?”

He handed me, apologetically for his scholarship, a piece of paper, and observed me while I looked it over. It was quite right.

“Thankee, sir,” he said, taking it back. “This money, if you doen’t see objections, Mas’r Davy, I shall put up jest afore I go, in a cover directed to him; and put that up in another, directed to his mother. I shall tell her, in no more wureds than I speak to you, what it’s the price on; and that I’m gone, and past receiving of it back.”

I told him that I thought it would be right to do so⁠—that I was thoroughly convinced it would be, since he felt it to be right.

“I said that theer was on’y one thing furder,” he proceeded with a grave smile, when he had made up his little bundle again, and put it in his pocket; “but theer was two. I warn’t sure in my mind, wen I come out this morning, as I could go and break to Ham, of my own self,