Would you be so good as look arter her, Mawther, for a minute ?' Mrs.Gummidge nodded and disappeared.
'If this ain't,' said Mr.Peggotty, sitting down among us by the fire, 'the brightest night o' my life, I'm a shellfish--biled too--and more I can't say.

This here little Em'ly, sir,' in a low voice to Steerforth, '-- her as you see a blushing here just now--' Steerforth only nodded; but with such a pleased expression of interest, and of participation in Mr.Peggotty's feelings, that the latter answered him as if he had spoken.
'To be sure,' said Mr.Peggotty.

'That's her, and so she is.

Thankee, sir.' Ham nodded to me several times, as if he would have said so too.
'This here little Em'ly of ours,' said Mr.Peggotty, 'has been, in our house, what I suppose (I'm a ignorant man, but that's my belief) no one but a little bright-eyed creetur can be in a house.

She ain't my child; I never had one; but I couldn't love her more.