I knew it was Joe, by his clumsy manner of coming up stairs,--his state boots being always too big for him,--and by the time it took him to read the names on the other floors in the course of his ascent.

When at last he stopped outside our door, I could hear his finger tracing over the painted letters of my name, and I afterwards distinctly heard him breathing in at the keyhole.

Finally he gave a faint single rap, and Pepper--such was the compromising name of the avenging boy--announced "Mr.Gargery!" I thought he never would have done wiping his feet, and that I must have gone out to lift him off the mat, but at last he came in.
"Joe, how are you, Joe ?" "Pip, how AIR you, Pip ?" With his good honest face all glowing and shining, and his hat put down on the floor between us, he caught both my hands and worked them straight up and down, as if I had been the last-patented Pump.
"I am glad to see you, Joe.

Give me your hat." But Joe, taking it up carefully with both hands, like a bird's-nest with eggs in it, wouldn't hear of parting with that piece of property, and persisted in standing talking over it in a most uncomfortable way.
"Which you have that growed," said Joe, "and that swelled, and that gentle-folked;" Joe considered a little before he discovered this word; "as to be sure you are a honor to your king and country." "And you, Joe, look wonderfully well." "Thank God," said Joe, "I'm ekerval to most.

And your sister, she's no worse than she were.