'He wants to marry me.' 'It would be a very good match for you; wouldn't it ?' said my mother.
'Oh! I don't know,' said Peggotty.

'Don't ask me.

I wouldn't have him if he was made of gold.

Nor I wouldn't have anybody.' 'Then, why don't you tell him so, you ridiculous thing ?' said my mother.
'Tell him so,' retorted Peggotty, looking out of her apron.

'He has never said a word to me about it.