“There, sir!” said I.

He started, made a short run, and stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“There, sir!” I timidly explained. “Also Georgiana. That's my mother.”

“Oh!” said he, coming back. “And is that your father alonger your mother?”

“Yes, sir,” said I; “him too; late of this parish.”

“Ha!” he muttered then, considering. “Who d'ye live with, — supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my mind about?”

“My sister, sir, — Mrs. Joe Gargery, — wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir.”