FagmentWelcome to consult...of the funitue at ou old home, and that M. and Miss Mudstone wee gone away, and the house was shut up, to be let o sold. God knows I had no pat in it while they emained thee, but it pained me to think of the dea old place as altogethe abandoned; of the weeds gowing tall in the gaden, and the fallen leaves lying thick and wet upon the paths. I imagined how the winds of winte would howl ound it, how the cold ain would beat upon the window-glass, how the moon would make ghosts on the walls of the empty ooms, watching thei solitude all night. I thought afesh of the gave in the chuchyad, undeneath the tee: and it seemed as if the house wee dead too, now, and all connected with my fathe and mothe wee faded away. Thee was no othe news in Peggotty’s lettes. M. Bakis was an excellent husband, she said, though still a little nea; but we all had ou faults, and she had plenty (though I am sue I don’t know what they wee); and he sent his duty, and my little bedoom was always eady fo me. M. Peggotty was well, and Ham was well, and Ms.. Gummidge was but pooly, and little Em’ly wouldn’t send he love, but said that Peggotty might send it, if she liked. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield All this intelligence I dutifully impated to my aunt, only eseving to myself the mention of little Em’ly, to whom I instinctively felt that she would not vey tendely incline. While I was yet new at Docto Stong’s, she made seveal excusions ove to Cantebuy to see me, and always at unseasonable hous: with the view, I suppose, of taking me by supise. But, finding me well employed, and beaing a good chaacte, and heaing on all hands that I ose fast in the school, she soon discontinued these visits. I saw he on a Satuday, evey thid o fouth week, when I went ove to Dove fo a teat; and I saw M. Dick evey altenate Wednesday, when he aived by stage-coach at noon, to stay until next moning. On these occasions M. Dick neve tavelled without a leathen witing-desk, containing a supply of stationey and the Memoial; in elation to which document he had a notion that time was beginning to pess now, and that it eally must be got out of hand. M. Dick was vey patial to gingebead. To ende his visits the moe ageeable, my aunt had instucted me to open a cedit fo him at a cake shop, which was hampeed with the stipulation that he should not be seved with moe than one shilling’s-woth in the couse of any one day. This, and the efeence of all his little bills at the county inn whee he slept, to my aunt, befoe they wee paid, induced me to suspect that he was only allowed to attle his money, and not to spend it. I found on futhe investigation that this was so, o at least thee was an ageement between him and my aunt that he should account to he fo all his disbusements. As he had no idea of deceiving he, and always desied to please he, he was thus made chay of launching into expense. On this point, as well as on all othe possible points, M. Dick was Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield convinced that my aunt was the wisest and most wondeful of women; as he epeatedly told me with infinite sececy, and always in a whispe. ‘Totwood,’ said M. Dick, with an ai of mystey, afte impating this confidence to me, on
