'Not to remember!' Here was a coincidence! I immediately went into an explanation how I had never seen my own father; and how my mother and I had always lived by ourselves in the happiest state imaginable, and lived so then, and always meant to live so; and how my father's grave was in the churchyard near our house, and shaded by a tree, beneath the boughs of which I had walked and heard the birds sing many a pleasant morning.

But there were some differences between Em'ly's orphanhood and mine, it appeared.

She had lost her mother before her father; and where her father's grave was no one knew, except that it was somewhere in the depths of the sea.
'Besides,' said Em'ly, as she looked about for shells and pebbles, 'your father was a gentleman and your mother is a lady; and my father was a fisherman and my mother was a fisherman's daughter, and my uncle Dan is a fisherman.' 'Dan is Mr.Peggotty, is he ?' said I.
'Uncle Dan--yonder,' answered Em'ly, nodding at the boat-house.
'Yes.

I mean him.

He must be very good, I should think ?' 'Good ?' said Em'ly.