And I accepted him.

And so we were married,' said my mother simply.
'Ha! Poor Baby!' mused Miss Betsey, with her frown still bent upon the fire.

'Do you know anything ?' 'I beg your pardon, ma'am,' faltered my mother.
'About keeping house, for instance,' said Miss Betsey.
'Not much, I fear,' returned my mother.

'Not so much as I could wish.
But Mr.Copperfield was teaching me--' ('Much he knew about it himself!') said Miss Betsey in a parenthesis.
-- 'And I hope I should have improved, being very anxious to learn, and he very patient to teach me, if the great misfortune of his death'-- my mother broke down again here, and could get no farther.
'Well, well!' said Miss Betsey.

--'I kept my housekeeping-book regularly, and balanced it with Mr.Copperfield every night,' cried my mother in another burst of distress, and breaking down again.
'Well, well!' said Miss Betsey.