This made such a very miserable piece of business of it, that I rolled myself up in a corner of the counterpane, and cried myself to sleep.
I was awoke by somebody saying 'Here he is!' and uncovering my hot head.
My mother and Peggotty had come to look for me, and it was one of them who had done it.
'Davy,' said my mother.

'What's the matter ?' I thought it was very strange that she should ask me, and answered, 'Nothing.' I turned over on my face, I recollect, to hide my trembling lip, which answered her with greater truth.

'Davy,' said my mother.
'Davy, my child!' I dare say no words she could have uttered would have affected me so much, then, as her calling me her child.

I hid my tears in the bedclothes, and pressed her from me with my hand, when she would have raised me up.
'This is your doing, Peggotty, you cruel thing!' said my mother.

'I have no doubt at all about it.