? ? ? ? 'I'll go in now, Trot,' said my aunt, 'and look after Little Blossom, who will be getting up presently.'
? ? ? ? 'Not along of my being heer, ma'am, I hope?' said Mr. Peggotty. 'Unless my wits is gone a bahd's neezing' - by which Mr. Peggotty meant to say, bird's-nesting - 'this morning, 'tis along of me as you're a-going to quit us?'
? ? ? ? 'You have something to say, my good friend,' returned my aunt, 'and will do better without me.'
? ? ? ? 'By your leave, ma'am,' returned Mr. Peggotty, 'I should take it kind, pervising you doen't mind my clicketten, if you'd bide heer.'
? ? ? ? 'Would you?' said my aunt, with short good-nature. 'Then I am sure I will!'
? ? ? ? So, she drew her arm through Mr. Peggotty's, and walked with him to a leafy little summer-house there was at the bottom of the garden, where she sat down on a bench, and I beside her. There was a seat for Mr. Peggotty too, but he preferred to stand, leaning his hand on the small rustic table. As he stood, looking at his cap for a little while before beginning to speak, I could not help observing what power and force of character his sinewy hand expressed, and what a good and trusty companion it was to his honest brow and iron-grey hair.
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