morning；　and　was　in　the　churchyard　when　it　came；　attended　only
  by　Peggotty　and　her　brother。　The　mad　gentleman　looked　on；　out　of
  my　little　window；　Mr。　Chillip’s　baby　wagged　its　heavy　head；　and
  rolled　its　goggle　eyes；　at　the　clergyman；　over　its　nurse’s　shoulder；
  Mr。　Omer　breathed　short　in　the　background；　no　one　else　was
  there；　and　it　was　very　quiet。　We　walked　about　the　churchyard　for
  an　hour；　after　all　was　over；　and　pulled　some　young　leaves　from　the
  tree　above　my　mother’s　grave。
  A　dread　falls　on　me　here。　A　cloud　is　lowering　on　the　distant
  town；　towards　which　I　retraced　my　solitary　steps。　I　fear　to
  approach　it。　I　cannot　bear　to　think　of　what　did　come；　upon　that
  memorable　night；　of　what　must　come　again；　if　I　go　on。
  It　is　no　worse；　because　I　write　of　it。　It　would　be　no　better；　if　I
  stopped　my　most　unwilling　hand。　It　is　done。　Nothing　can　undo　it；
  nothing　can　make　it　otherwise　than　as　it　was。
  My　old　nurse　was　to　go　to　London　with　me　next　day；　on　the
  business　of　the　will。　Little　Emily　was　passing　that　day　at　Mr。
  Omer’s。　We　were　all　to　meet　in　the　old　boathouse　that　night。　Ham
  would　bring　Emily　at　the　usual　hour。　I　would　walk　back　at　my
  leisure。　The　brother　and　sister　would　return　as　they　had　come；
  and　be　expecting　us；　when　the　day　closed　in；　at　the　fireside。
  I　parted　from　them　at　the　wicket…gate；　where　visionary　Strap
  had　rested　with　Roderick　Random’s　knapsack　in　the　days　of　yore；
  and；　instead　of　going　straight　back；　walked　a　little　distance　on　the
  road　to　Lowestoft。　Then　I　turned；　and　walked　back　towards
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  Yarmouth。　I　stayed　to　dine　at　a　decent　alehouse；　some　mile　or　two
  from　the　Ferry　I　have　mentioned　before；　and　thus　the　day　wore
  away；　and　it　was　evening　when　I　reached　it。　Rain　was　falling
  heavily　by　that　time；　and　it　was　a　wild　night；　but　there　was　a　moon
  behind　the　clouds；　and　it　was　not　dark。
  I　was　soon　within　sight　of　Mr。　Peggotty’s　house；　and　of　the　light
  within　it　shining　through　the　window。　A　little　floundering　across
  the　sand；　which　was　heavy；　brought　me　to　the　door；　and　I　went　in。
  It　looked　very　comfortable　indeed。　Mr。　Peggotty　had　smoked　his
  evening　pipe　and　there　were　preparations　for　some　supper　by　and
  by。　The　fire　was　bright；　the　ashes　were　thrown　up；　the　locker　was
  ready　for　little　Emily　in　her　old　place。　In　her　own　old　place　sat
  Peggotty；　once　more；　looking　（but　for　her　dress）　as　if　she　had
  never　left　it。　She　had　fallen　back；　already；　on　the　society　of　the
  work…box　with　St。　Paul’s　upon　the　lid；　the　yard…measure　in　the
  cottage；　and　the　bit　of　wax…candle；　and　there　they　all　were；　just　as
  if　they　had　never　been　disturbed。　Mrs。　Gummidge　appeared　to　be
  fretting　a　little；　in　her　old　corner；　and　consequently　looked　quite
  natural；　too。
  ‘You’re　first　of　the　lot；　Mas’r　Davy！’　said　Mr。　Peggotty　with　a
  happy　face。　‘Doen’t　keep　in　that　coat；　sir；　if　it’s　wet。’
  ‘Thank　you；　Mr。　Peggotty；’　said　I；　giving　him　my　outer　coat　to
  hang　up。　‘It’s　quite　dry。’
  ‘So　’tis！’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　feeling　my　shoulders。　‘As　a　chip！　Sit
  ye　down；　sir。　It　ain’t　o’　no　use　saying　welcome　to　you；　but　you’re
  welcome；　kind　and　hearty。’
  ‘Thank　you；　Mr。　Peggotty；　I　am　sure　of　that。　Well；　Peggotty！’
  said　I；　giving　her　a　kiss。　‘And　how　are　you；　old　woman？’
  ‘Ha；　ha！’　laughed　Mr。　Peggotty；　sitting　down　beside　us；　and
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  rubbing　his　hands　in　his　sense　of　relief　from　recent　trouble；　and　in
  the　genuine　heartiness　of　his　nature；　‘there’s　not　a　woman　in　the
  wureld；　sir—as　I　tell　her—that　need　to　feel　more　easy　in　her　mind
  than　her！　She　done　her　dooty　by　the　departed；　and　the　departed
  know’d　it；　and　the　departed　done　what　was　right　by　her；　as　she
  done　what　was　right　by　the　departed；—and—and—and　it’s　all
  right！’
  Mrs。　Gummidge　groaned。
  ‘Cheer　up；　my　pritty　mawther！’　said　Mr。　Peggotty。　（But　he
  shook　his　head　aside　at　us；　evidently　sensible　of　the　tendency　of
  the　late　occurrences　to　recall　the　memory　of　the　old　one。）　‘Doen’t
  be　down！　Cheer　up；　for　your　own　self；　on’y　a　little　bit；　and　see　if　a
  good　deal　more　doen’t　come　nat’ral！’
  ‘Not　to　me；　Dan’l；’　returned　Mrs。　Gummidge。　‘Nothink’s　nat’ral
  to　me　but　to　be　lone　and　lorn。’
  ‘No；　no；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　soothing　her　sorrows。
  ‘Yes；　yes；　Dan’l！’　said　Mrs。　Gummidge。　‘I　ain’t　a　person　to　live
  with　them　as　has　had　money　left。　Thinks　go　too　contrary　with　me。
  I　had　better　be　a　riddance。’
  ‘Why；　how　should　I　ever　spend　it　without　you？’　said　Mr。
  Peggotty；　with　an　air　of　serious　remonstrance。　‘What　are　you　a
  talking　on？　Doen’t　I　want　you　more　now；　than　ever　I　did？’
  ‘I　know’d　I　was　never　wanted　before！’　cried　Mrs。　Gummidge；
  with　a　pitiable　whimper；　‘and　now　I’m　told　so！　How　could　I　expect
  to　be　wanted；　being　so　lone　and　lorn；　and　so　contrary！’
  Mr。　Peggotty　seemed　very　much　shocked　at　himself　for　having
  made　a　speech　capable　of　this　unfeeling　construction；　but　was
  prevented　from　replying；　by　Peggotty’s　pulling　his　sleeve；　and
  shaking　her　head。　After　looking　at　Mrs。　Gummidge　for　some
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  moments；　in　sore　distress　of　mind；　he　glanced　at　the　Dutch　clock；
  rose；　snuffed　the　candle；　and　put　it　in　the　window。
  ‘Theer！’said　Mr。　Peggotty；　cheerily。　‘Theer　we　are；　Missis
  Gummidge！’　Mrs。　Gummidge　slightly　groaned。　‘Lighted　up；
  accordin’　to　custom！　You’re　a　wonderin’　what　that’s　fur；　sir！　Well；
  it’s　fur　our　little　Em’ly。　You　see；　the　path　ain’t　over　light　or
  cheerful　arter　dark；　and　when　I’m　here　at　the　hour　as　she’s　a
  comin’　home；　I　puts　the　light　in　the　winder。　That；　you　see；’　said
  Mr。　Peggotty；　bending　over　me　with　great　glee；　‘meets　two　objects。
  She　says；　says　Em’ly；　“Theer’s　home！”　she　says。　And　likewise；　says
  Em’ly；　“My　uncle’s　theer！”　Fur　if　I　ain’t　theer；　I　never　have　no　light
  showed。’
  ‘You’re　a　baby！’　said　Peggotty；　very　fond　of　him　for　it；　if　she
  thought　so。
  ‘Well；’　returned　Mr。　Peggotty；　standing　with　his　legs　pretty　wide
  apart；　and　rubbing　his　hands　up　and　down　them　in　his
  comfortable　satisfaction；　as　he　looked　alternately　at　us　and　at　the
  fire。　‘I　doen’t　know　but　I　am。　Not；　you　see；　to　look　at。’
  ‘Not　azackly；’　observed　Peggotty。
  ‘No；’　laughed　Mr。　Peggotty；　‘not　to　look　at；　but　to—to　consider
  on；　you　know。　I　doen’t　care；　bless　you！　Now　I　tell　you。　When　I　go　a
  looking　and　looking　about　that　theer　pritty　house　of　our　Em’ly’s；
  I’m—I’m　Gormed；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　with　sudden　emphasis—
  ‘theer！　I　can’t　say　more—if　I　doen’t　feel　as　if　the　littlest　things　was
  her；　a’most。　I　takes　’em　up　and　I　put　’em　down；　and　I　touches　of
  ’em　as　delicate　as　if　they　was　our　Em’ly。　So　’tis　with　her　little
  bonnets　and　that。　I　couldn’t　see　one　on　’em　rough　used　a
  purpose—not　fur　the　whole　wureld。　There’s　a　babby　fur　you；　in
  the　form　of　a　great　Sea　Porkypine！’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　relieving　his
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  earnestness　with　a　roar　of　laughter。
  Peggotty　and　I　both　laughed；　but　not　so　loud。
  ‘It’s　my　opinion；　you　see；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　with　a　delighted
  face；　after　some　further　rubbing　of　his　legs；　‘as　this　is　along　of　my
  havin’　played　with　her　so　much；　and　made　believe　as　we　was
  Turks；　and　French；　and　sharks；　and　every　wariety　of　forinners—
  bless　you；　yes；　and　lions　and　whales；　and　I　doen’t　know　what　all！—
  when　she　warn’t　no　higher　than　my　knee。　I’ve　got　into　the　way　on
  it；　you　know。　Why；　this　here　candle；　now！’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；
  gleefully　holding　out　his　hand　towards　it；　‘I　know　wery　well　that
  arter　she’s　married　and　gone；　I　shall　put　that　candle　theer；　just　the
  same　as　now。　I　know　wery　well　that　when　I’m　here　o’　nights　（and
  where　else　should　I　live；　bless　your　arts；　whatever　fortun’　I　come
  into！）　and　she　ain’t　here　or　I　ain’t　theer；　I　shall　put　the　candle　in
  the　winder；　and　sit　afore　the　fire；　pretending　I’m　expecting　of　her；
  like　I’m　a　doing　now。　There’s　a　babby　for　you；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；
  with　another　roar；　‘in　the　form　of　a　Sea　Porkypine！　Why；　at　the
  present　minute；　when　I　see　the　candle　sparkle　up；　I　says　to　myself；
  “She’s　a　looking　at　it！　Em’ly’s　a　coming！”　There’s　a　babby　for　you；
  in　the　form　of　a　Sea　Porkypine！　Right　for　all　that；’　said　Mr。
  Peggotty；　stopping　in　his　roar；　and　smiting　his　hands　together；　‘fur
  here　she　is！’
  It　was　only　Ham。　The　night　should　have　turned　more　wet　since
  I　came　in；　for　he　had　a　large　sou’wester　hat　on；　slouched　over　his
  face。
  ‘Wheer’s　Em’ly？’　said　Mr。　Peggotty。
  Ham　made　a　motion　with　his　head；　as　if　she　were　outside。　Mr。
  Peggotty　took　the　light　from　the　window；　trimmed　it；　put　it　on　the
  table；　and　was　busily　stirring　the　fire；　when　Ham；　who　had　not
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  moved；　said：
  ‘Mas’r　Davy；　will　you　come　out　a　minute；　and　see　what　Em’ly
  and　me　has　got　to　show　you？’
  We　went　out。　As　I　passed　him　at　the　door；　I　saw；　to　my
  astonishment　and　fr