child, I said it would be natural to him to grow up a much better man than I did.”

“I ain't a going,” said Joe, from behind his sleeve, “to tell him nothink o' that natur, Pip.

Nor Biddy ain't. Nor yet no one ain't.”

“And now, though I know you have already done it in your own kind hearts, pray tell me, both, that you forgive me! Pray let me hear you say the words, that I may carry the sound of them away with me, and then I shall be able to believe that you can trust me, and think better of me, in the time to come!”

“O dear old Pip, old chap,” said Joe. “God knows as I forgive you, if I have anythink to forgive!”

“Amen!