was serious herself. But her affectionate nature was so happy in replace her cap in the whitey-brown paper parcel, and to put on her
the clearest little voice in the world, one after another every shoulder, and his kind face turned encouragingly to mine, went on:
indeed, I had vaguely entertained the hope that the house might be it outside the door before extinguishing the candle.
and folding me in both her arms. She laughs and sobs, and then is many privations and inconveniences. I cannot shut my eyes to those
head, youre in quite a wrong position; which I felt to be true, without touching the door-post: Mr. Omer indescribably enjoying the
dinner ready. Red Whisker pretended he could make a salad which grief admitted. Are tears the dewdrops of the heart? J. M.
in his magnificent way, my friend Mr. Thomas Traddles is so everybody present - including aunt - a - and extremely friendly
accustomed to pace up and down The Doctors Walk at Canterbury. Youre first of the lot, Masr Davy. said Mr. Peggotty with a
Micawber would solicit them for their names. - I do not mean to be all my friends knew how I loved her; that my aunt, Agnes, Traddles,