? ? ? ? 'Ah!' said Mr. Peggotty, taking up her curls, and running them over his hand like water, 'here's another orphan, you see, sir. And here,' said Mr. Peggotty, giving Ham a backhanded knock in the chest, 'is another of 'em, though he don't look much like it.'
? ? ? ? 'If I had you for my guardian, Mr. Peggotty,' said I, shaking my head, 'I don't think I should FEEL much like it.'
? ? ? ? 'Well said, Mas'r Davy bor'!' cried Ham, in an ecstasy. 'Hoorah! Well said! Nor more you wouldn't! Hor! Hor!' - Here he returned Mr. Peggotty's back-hander, and little Em'ly got up and kissed Mr. Peggotty. 'And how's your friend, sir?' said Mr. Peggotty to me.
? ? ? ? 'Steerforth?' said I.
? ? ? ? 'That's the name!' cried Mr. Peggotty, turning to Ham. 'I knowed it was something in our way.'
? ? ? ? 'You said it was Rudderford,' observed Ham, laughing.
? ? ? ? 'Well!' retorted Mr. Peggotty. 'And ye steer with a rudder, don't ye? It ain't fur off. How is he, sir?'
? ? ? ? 'He was very well indeed when I came away, Mr. Peggotty.'
? ? ? ? 'There's a friend!' said Mr. Peggotty, stretching out his pipe. 'There's a friend, if you talk of friends! Why, Lord love my heart alive, if it ain't a treat to look at him!'
? ? ? ? 'He is very handsome, is he not?' said I, my heart warming with this praise.
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