Davy?’ he said, taking up the candle.

‘Bare enough, now, an’t it?’ ‘Indeed you have made good use of the time,’ said I.

‘Why, we have not been idle, sir. Missis Gummidge has worked like a — I doen’t know what Missis Gummidge an’t worked like,’ said Mr. Peggotty, looking at her, at a loss for a sufficiently approving simile.

Mrs. Gummidge, leaning on her basket, made no observation.

‘Theer’s the very locker that you used to sit on, ‘long with Em’ly!’ said Mr. Peggotty, in a whisper. ‘I’m a-going to carry it away with me, last of all. And heer’s your old little bedroom, see, Mas’r Davy! A’most as bleak tonight, as