way　he　had　of　treating　me　like　a　plaything；　was　more　agreeable　to
  me　than　any　behaviour　he　could　have　adopted。　It　reminded　me　of
  our　old　acquaintance；　it　seemed　the　natural　sequel　of　it；　it　showed
  me　that　he　was　unchanged；　it　relieved　me　of　any　uneasiness　I
  might　have　felt；　in　comparing　my　merits　with　his；　and　measuring
  my　claims　upon　his　friendship　by　any　equal　standard；　above　all；　it
  was　a　familiar；　unrestrained；　affectionate　demeanour　that　he　used
  towards　no　one　else。　As　he　had　treated　me　at　school　differently
  from　all　the　rest；　I　joyfully　believed　that　he　treated　me　in　life
  unlike　any　other　friend　he　had。　I　believed　that　I　was　nearer　to　his
  heart　than　any　other　friend；　and　my　own　heart　warmed　with
  attachment　to　him。　He　made　up　his　mind　to　go　with　me　into　the
  country；　and　the　day　arrived　for　our　departure。　He　had　been
  doubtful　at　first　whether　to　take　Littimer　or　not；　but　decided　to
  leave　him　at　home。　The　respectable　creature；　satisfied　with　his　lot
  whatever　it　was；　arranged　our　portmanteaux　on　the　little　carriage
  that　was　to　take　us　into　London；　as　if　they　were　intended　to　defy
  the　shocks　of　ages；　and　received　my　modestly　proffered　donation
  with　perfect　tranquillity。
  We　bade　adieu　to　Mrs。　Steerforth　and　Miss　Dartle；　with　many
  thanks　on　my　part；　and　much　kindness　on　the　devoted　mother’s。
  The　last　thing　I　saw　was　Littimer’s　unruffled　eye；　fraught；　as　I
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  fancied；　with　the　silent　conviction　that　I　was　very　young　indeed。
  What　I　felt；　in　returning　so　auspiciously　to　the　old　familiar
  places；　I　shall　not　endeavour　to　describe。　We　went　down　by　the
  Mail。　I　was　so　concerned；　I　recollect；　even　for　the　honour　of
  Yarmouth；　that　when　Steerforth　said；　as　we　drove　through　its　dark
  streets　to　the　inn；　that；　as　well　as　he　could　make　out；　it　was　a　good；
  queer；　out…of…the…way　kind　of　hole；　I　was　highly　pleased。　We　went
  to　bed　on　our　arrival　（I　observed　a　pair　of　dirty　shoes　and　gaiters
  in　connexion　with　my　old　friend　the　Dolphin　as　we　passed　that
  door）；　and　breakfasted　late　in　the　morning。　Steerforth；　who　was　in
  great　spirits；　had　been　strolling　about　the　beach　before　I　was　up；
  and　had　made　acquaintance；　he　said；　with　half　the　boatmen　in　the
  place。　Moreover；　he　had　seen；　in　the　distance；　what　he　was　sure
  must　be　the　identical　house　of　Mr。　Peggotty；　with　smoke　coming
  out　of　the　chimney；　and　had　had　a　great　mind；　he　told　me；　to　walk
  in　and　swear　he　was　myself　grown　out　of　knowledge。
  ‘When　do　you　propose　to　introduce　me　there；　Daisy？’　he　said。　‘I
  am　at　your　disposal。　Make　your　own　arrangements。’
  ‘Why；　I　was　thinking　that　this　evening　would　be　a　good　time；
  Steerforth；　when　they　are　all　sitting　round　the　fire。　I　should　like
  you　to　see　it　when　it’s　snug；　it’s　such　a　curious　place。’
  ‘So　be　it！’　returned　Steerforth。　‘This　evening。’
  ‘I　shall　not　give　them　any　notice　that　we　are　here；　you　know；’
  said　I；　delighted。　‘We　must　take　them　by　surprise。’
  ‘Oh；　of　course！　It’s　no　fun；’　said　Steerforth；　‘unless　we　take　them
  by　surprise。　Let　us　see　the　natives　in　their　aboriginal　condition。’
  ‘Though　they　are　that　sort　of　people　that　you　mentioned；’　I
  returned。
  ‘Aha！　What！　you　recollect　my　skirmishes　with　Rosa；　do　you？’　he
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  exclaimed　with　a　quick　look。　‘Confound　the　girl；　I　am　half　afraid　of
  her。　She’s　like　a　goblin　to　me。　But　never　mind　her。　Now　what　are
  you　going　to　do？　You　are　going　to　see　your　nurse；　I　suppose？’
  ‘Why；　yes；’　I　said；　‘I　must　see　Peggotty　first　of　all。’
  ‘Well；’　replied　Steerforth；　looking　at　his　watch。　‘Suppose　I
  deliver　you　up　to　be　cried　over　for　a　couple　of　hours。　Is　that　long
  enough？’
  I　answered；　laughing；　that　I　thought　we　might　get　through　it　in
  that　time；　but　that　he　must　come　also；　for　he　would　find　that　his
  renown　had　preceded　him；　and　that　he　was　almost　as　great　a
  personage　as　I　was。
  ‘I’ll　come　anywhere　you　like；’　said　Steerforth；　‘or　do　anything
  you　like。　Tell　me　where　to　come　to；　and　in　two　hours　I’ll　produce
  myself　in　any　state　you　please；　sentimental　or　comical。’
  I　gave　him　minute　directions　for　finding　the　residence　of　Mr。
  Barkis；　carrier　to　Blunderstone　and　elsewhere；　and；　on　this
  understanding；　went　out　alone。　There　was　a　sharp　bracing　air；　the
  ground　was　dry；　the　sea　was　crisp　and　clear；　the　sun　was　diffusing
  abundance　of　light；　if　not　much　warmth；　and　everything　was　fresh
  and　lively。　I　was　so　fresh　and　lively　myself；　in　the　pleasure　of　being
  there；　that　I　could　have　stopped　the　people　in　the　streets　and
  shaken　hands　with　them。
  The　streets　looked　small；　of　course。　The　streets　that　we　have
  only　seen　as　children　always　do；　I　believe；　when　we　go　back　to
  them。　But　I　had　forgotten　nothing　in　them；　and　found　nothing
  changed；　until　I　came　to　Mr。　Omer’s　shop。　OMER　AND　JORAM
  was　now　written　up；　where　OMER　used　to　be；　but　the　inscription；
  DRAPER；　TAILOR；　HABERDASHER；　FUNERAL　FURNISHER；
  &c。；　remained　as　it　was。
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  My　footsteps　seemed　to　tend　so　naturally　to　the　shop　door；　after
  I　had　read　these　words　from　over　the　way；　that　I　went　across　the
  road　and　looked　in。　There　was　a　pretty　woman　at　the　back　of　the
  shop；　dancing　a　little　child　in　her　arms；　while　another　little　fellow
  clung　to　her　apron。　I　had　no　difficulty　in　recognizing　either　Minnie
  or　Minnie’s　children。　The　glass　door　of　the　parlour　was　not　open；
  but　in　the　workshop　across　the　yard　I　could　faintly　hear　the　old
  tune　playing；　as　if　it　had　never　left　off。
  ‘Is　Mr。　Omer　at　home？’　said　I；　entering。　‘I　should　like　to　see
  him；　for　a　moment；　if　he　is。’
  ‘Oh　yes；　sir；　he　is　at　home；’　said　Minnie；　‘the　weather　don’t　suit
  his　asthma　out　of　doors。　Joe；　call　your　grandfather！’
  The　little　fellow；　who　was　holding　her　apron；　gave　such　a　lusty
  shout；　that　the　sound　of　it　made　him　bashful；　and　he　buried　his
  face　in　her　skirts；　to　her　great　admiration。　I　heard　a　heavy　puffing
  and　blowing　coming　towards　us；　and　soon　Mr。　Omer；　shorter…
  winded　than　of　yore；　but　not　much　older…looking；　stood　before　me。
  ‘Servant；　sir；’　said　Mr。　Omer。　‘What　can　I　do　for　you；　sir？’
  ‘You　can　shake　hands　with　me；　Mr。　Omer；　if　you　please；’　said　I；
  putting　out　my　own。　‘You　were　very　good…natured　to　me　once；
  when　I　am　afraid　I　didn’t　show　that　I　thought　so。’
  ‘Was　I　though？’　returned　the　old　man。　‘I’m　glad　to　hear　it；　but　I
  don’t　remember　when。　Are　you　sure　it　was　me？’
  ‘Quite。’
  ‘I　think　my　memory　has　got　as　short　as　my　breath；’　said　Mr。
  Omer；　looking　at　me　and　shaking　his　head；　‘for　I　don’t　remember
  you。’
  ‘Don’t　you　remember　your　coming　to　the　coach　to　meet　me；　and
  my　having　breakfast　here；　and　our　riding　out　to　Blunderstone
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  together：　you；　and　I；　and　Mrs。　Joram；　and　Mr。　Joram　too—who
  wasn’t　her　husband　then？’
  ‘Why；　Lord　bless　my　soul！’　exclaimed　Mr。　Omer；　after　being
  thrown　by　his　surprise　into　a　fit　of　coughing；　‘you　don’t　say　so！
  Minnie；　my　dear；　you　recollect？　Dear　me；　yes；　the　party　was　a　lady；
  I　think？’
  ‘My　mother；’　I　rejoined。
  ‘To—be—sure；’　said　Mr。　Omer；　touching　my　waistcoat　with　his
  forefinger；　‘and　there　was　a　little　child　too！　There　was　two　parties。
  The　little　party　was　laid　along　with　the　other　party。　Over　at
  Blunderstone　it　was；　of　course。　Dear　me！　And　how　have　you　been
  since？’
  Very　well；　I　thanked　him；　as　I　hoped　he　had　been　too。
  ‘Oh！　nothing　to　grumble　at；　you　know；’　said　Mr。　Omer。　‘I　find
  my　breath　gets　short；　but　it　seldom　gets　longer　as　a　man　gets　older。
  I　take　it　as　it　comes；　and　make　the　most　of　it。　That’s　the　best　way；
  ain’t　it？’
  Mr。　Omer　coughed　again；　in　consequence　of　laughing；　and　was
  assisted　out　of　his　fit　by　his　daughter；　who　now　stood　close　beside
  us；　dancing　her　smallest　child　on　the　counter。
  ‘Dear　me！’　said　Mr。　Omer。　‘Yes；　to　be　sure。　Two　parties！　Why；　in
  that　very　ride；　if　you’ll　believe　me；　the　day　was　named　for　my
  Minnie　to　marry　Joram。　“Do　name　it；　sir；”　says　Joram。　“Yes；　do；
  father；”　says　Minnie。　And　now　he’s　come　into　the　business。　And
  look　here！　The　youngest！’
  Minnie　laughed；　and　stroked　her　banded　hair　upon　her
  temples；　as　her　father　put　one　of　his　fat　fingers　into　the　hand　of　the
  child　she　was　dancing　on　the　counter。
  ‘Two　parties；　of　course！’　said　Mr。　Omer；　nodding　his　head
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  retrospectively。　‘Ex…actly　so！　And　Joram’s　at　work；　at　this　minute；
  on　a　grey　one　with　silver　nails；　not　this　measurement’—the
  measurement　of　the　dancing　child　upon　the　counter—‘by　a　good
  two　inches。—Will　you　take　something？’
  I　thanked　him；　but　declined。
  ‘Let　me　see；’　said　Mr。　Omer。　‘Barkis’s　the　carrier’s　wife—
  Peggotty’s　the　boatman’s　sister—she　had　something　to　do　with
  your　family？　She　was　in　service　there；　sure？’
  My　answering　in　the　affirmative　gave　him　great　satisfaction。
  ‘I　believe　my　breath　will　get　long　next；　my　memory’s　ge