We were the admiration of Mrs.Gummidge and Peggotty, who used to whisper of an evening when we sat, lovingly, on our little locker side by side, 'Lor! wasn't it beautiful!' Mr.Peggotty smiled at us from behind his pipe, and Ham grinned all the evening and did nothing else.

They had something of the sort of pleasure in us, I suppose, that they might have had in a pretty toy, or a pocket model of the Colosseum.
I soon found out that Mrs.Gummidge did not always make herself so agreeable as she might have been expected to do, under the circumstances of her residence with Mr.Peggotty.

Mrs.Gummidge's was rather a fretful disposition, and she whimpered more sometimes than was comfortable for other parties in so small an establishment.

I was very sorry for her; but there were moments when it would have been more agreeable, I thought, if Mrs.Gummidge had had a convenient apartment of her own to retire to, and had stopped there until her spirits revived.
Mr.Peggotty went occasionally to a public-house called The Willing Mind.

I discovered this, by his being out on the second or third evening of our visit, and by Mrs.Gummidge's looking up at the Dutch clock, between eight and nine, and saying he was there, and that, what was more, she had known in the morning he would go there.
Mrs.Gummidge had been in a low state all day, and had burst into tears in the forenoon, when the fire smoked.