'I am a lone lorn creetur',' were Mrs.Gummidge's words, when that unpleasant occurrence took place, 'and everythink goes contrary with me.' 'Oh, it'll soon leave off,' said Peggotty--I again mean our Peggotty--'and besides, you know, it's not more disagreeable to you than to us.' 'I feel it more,' said Mrs.Gummidge.
It was a very cold day, with cutting blasts of wind.

Mrs.Gummidge's peculiar corner of the fireside seemed to me to be the warmest and snuggest in the place, as her chair was certainly the easiest, but it didn't suit her that day at all.

She was constantly complaining of the cold, and of its occasioning a visitation in her back which she called 'the creeps'.

At last she shed tears on that subject, and said again that she was 'a lone lorn creetur' and everythink went contrary with her'.
'It is certainly very cold,' said Peggotty.

'Everybody must feel it so.' 'I feel it more than other people,' said Mrs.Gummidge.
So at dinner; when Mrs.Gummidge was always helped immediately after me, to whom the preference was given as a visitor of distinction.