David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 19 Page 5

said my aunt, rubbing her nose, for she could never thoroughly forgive Peggotty for being so called.

‘Of all things in the world, aunt, I should like it best!’

‘Well,’ said my aunt, ‘that’s lucky, for I should like it too. But it’s natural and rational that you should like it.

And I am very well persuaded that whatever you do, Trot, will always be natural and rational.’

‘I hope so, aunt.’

‘Your sister, Betsey Trotwood,’ said my aunt, ‘would have been as natural and rational a girl as ever breathed. You’ll be worthy of her, won’t you?’

‘I hope I shall be worthy of YOU, aunt. That will be enough for me.’