if you was fifty Pips, and he was five hundred Gargerys.”
“I have only been to the churchyard,” said I, from my stool, crying and rubbing myself.
“Churchyard!” repeated my sister. “If it warn't for me you'd have been to the churchyard long ago, and stayed there.
Who brought you up by hand?”
“You did,” said I.
“And why did I do it, I should like to know?” exclaimed my sister.
I whimpered, “I don't know.”
“I don't!” said my sister. “I'd never do it again! I know that. I may truly say I've never