could have been aware how small and flabby and mean you was, dear me, you'd have formed the most contemptible opinion of yourself!”
Not exactly relishing this, I said, “Never mind me, Joe.”
“But I did mind you, Pip,” he returned with tender simplicity.
“When I offered to your sister to keep company, and to be asked in church at such times as she was willing and ready to come to the forge, I said to her, 'And bring the poor little child. God bless the poor little child,' I said to your sister, 'there's room for him at the forge!'”
I broke out crying and begging pardon, and hugged Joe round the neck: who dropped the poker to hug me, and to say,