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Shes at school, Sir, said Mr. Peggotty, wiping the heat consequent on the porterage of Peggottys box from his forehead; shell be home, looking at the Dutch clock, in from twenty minutes to half-an-hours time. We all on us feel the loss of her, bless ye! Mrs. Gummidge moaned. Cheer up, Mawther! cried Mr. Peggotty. I feel it more than anybody else, said Mrs. Gummidge; Im a lone lorn creetur, and she used to be amost the only think that didnt go contrairy with me. Mrs. Gummidge, whimpering and shaking her head, applied herself to blowing the fire. Mr. Peggotty, looking round upon us while she was so engaged, said in a low voice, which he shaded with his hand, The old un! From this I rightly conjectured that no improvement had taken place since my last visit in the state of Mrs. Gummidges spirits. Now the whole place was, or it should have been, quite as delightful a place as ever, and yet it did not impress me in the same way. I felt rather disappointed with it. Perhaps it was because little Emly was not at home. I knew the way by which she would come, and presently found myself strolling along the path to meet her. A figure appeared in the distance before long, and I soon knew it to be Emly, who was a little creature still in stature, though she was grown. But when she drew nearer, and I saw her blue eyes looking bluer, and her dimpled face looking brighter, and her whole self prettier and gayer, a curious feeling came over me that made me pretend not to know her, and pass by as if I were looking at something a long way off. I have done such a thing since in later life, or I am mistaken. Little Emly didnt care a bit. She saw me well enough; but instead of turning round and calling after me, ran away laughing. This obliged me to run after her, and she ran so fast that we were very near the cottage before I caught her. Oh, its you, is it? said little Emly. Why, you knew who it was, Emly? said I. And didnt you know who it was? said Emly. I was going to kiss her, but she covered her cherry lips with her hands, and said she wasnt a baby now, and ran away, laughing more than ever, into the house. She seemed to delight in teasing me, which was a change in her I wondered at very much. The tea- table was ready, and our little locker was put out in its old place, but instead of coming to sit by me, she went and bestowed her company upon that grumbling Mrs. Gummidge; and on Mr. Peggottys inquiring why, rumpled her hair all over her face to hide it, and would do nothing but laugh. A little puss it is! said Mr. Peggotty, patting her with his great hand. So sh is! so sh is! cried Ham. Masr Davy bor, so sh is! and he sat and chuckled at her for some time, in a state of mingled admiration and delight, that made his face a burning red. Little Emly was spoiled by them all, in fact; and by no one more than Mr. Peggotty himself, whom she could have coaxed into anything by only going and laying her cheek against his rough whisker. That was my opinion, at least, when I saw her do it; and I held Mr. Peggotty to be thoroughly in the right. But she was so affectionate and sweet-natured, and had such a pleasant manner of being both sly and shy at once, that she captivated me more than ever. |
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