The carrier, seeing me in this resolution, proposed that my pocket-handkerchief should be spread upon the horse's back to dry.

I thanked him, and assented; and particularly small it looked, under those circumstances.
I had now leisure to examine the purse.

It was a stiff leather purse, with a snap, and had three bright shillings in it, which Peggotty had evidently polished up with whitening, for my greater delight.

But its most precious contents were two half-crowns folded together in a bit of paper, on which was written, in my mother's hand, 'For Davy.

With my love.' I was so overcome by this, that I asked the carrier to be so good as to reach me my pocket-handkerchief again; but he said he thought I had better do without it, and I thought I really had, so I wiped my eyes on my sleeve and stopped myself.
For good, too; though, in consequence of my previous emotions, I was still occasionally seized with a stormy sob.