I had never thought it possible that we three could be together undisturbed, once more; and I felt, for the time, as if the old days were come back.
We dined together by the fireside.

Peggotty was in attendance to wait upon us, but my mother wouldn't let her do it, and made her dine with us.

I had my own old plate, with a brown view of a man-of-war in full sail upon it, which Peggotty had hoarded somewhere all the time I had been away, and would not have had broken, she said, for a hundred pounds.

I had my own old mug with David on it, and my own old little knife and fork that wouldn't cut.
While we were at table, I thought it a favourable occasion to tell Peggotty about Mr.Barkis, who, before I had finished what I had to tell her, began to laugh, and throw her apron over her face.
'Peggotty,' said my mother.

'What's the matter ?' Peggotty only laughed the more, and held her apron tight over her face when my mother tried to pull it away, and sat as if her head were in a bag.
'What are you doing, you stupid creature ?' said my mother, laughing.
'Oh, drat the man!' cried Peggotty.