Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 26, 2025
Gummidge, and Dick had retired in a black fury to handle and re-handle three unopened letters from Maisie. The Nilghai, fat, burly, and aggressive, was in Torpenhow's rooms. Behind him sat the Keneu, the Great War Eagle, and between them lay a large map embellished with black-and-white-headed pins. 'I was wrong about the Balkans, said the Nilghai. 'But I'm not wrong about this business.
But we're halted by a putty-faced Swede person in blue denims, who can converse and smoke a pipe at the same time. "Yah, I bane yanitor here long time," says he. "Eh?" says I. "What about Gummidge then?" "Oh, Meester Gummidge," says he. "He bane new tenant on second floor, yes? Sublet, furnished, two days ago yet. Nice peoples." Well, at that I stares at Vee and she stares back.
I expect you might have loaded the lot on a push cart. And the rations must have been more or less skimpy for some time. But you couldn't exactly say that Ma Gummidge was sufferin'. No. She'd collected a couple of fam'ly washes from over Seventh avenue way and was wadin' into 'em cheerful.
Gummidge, 'I shall be allus here, and everythink will look accordin' to your wishes. I'm a poor scholar, but I shall write to you, odd times, when you're away, and send my letters to Mas'r Davy. Maybe you'll write to me too, Dan'l, odd times, and tell me how you fare to feel upon your lone lorn journies. 'You'll be a solitary woman heer, I'm afeerd! said Mr. Peggotty.
She done her dooty by the departed, and the departed know'd it; and the departed done what was right by her, as she done what was right by the departed; and and and it's all right! Mrs. Gummidge groaned. 'Cheer up, my pritty mawther! said Mr. Peggotty. Cheer up, for your own self, on'y a little bit, and see if a good deal more doen't come nat'ral! 'Not to me, Dan'l, returned Mrs. Gummidge.
So I said: 'Haven't you ANY children, Mr. Peggotty? 'No, master, he answered with a short laugh. 'I'm a bacheldore. 'A bachelor! I said, astonished. 'Why, who's that, Mr. Peggotty? pointing to the person in the apron who was knitting. 'That's Missis Gummidge, said Mr. Peggotty. 'Gummidge, Mr. Peggotty?
Gummidge said she felt it more than we did, and shed tears again, and made that former declaration with great bitterness. Accordingly, when Mr. Peggotty came home about nine o'clock, this unfortunate Mrs. Gummidge was knitting in her corner, in a very wretched and miserable condition. Peggotty had been working cheerfully.
So we left the water, and there was now a portage of two miles over a level stretch of forest, at the end of which we would strike the Churchill River at a point twenty miles above Fort Royal. We started off rapidly, Baptiste and the three other voyageurs leading the way with the canoe on their shoulders. The paddles and a part of the load were inside, and Gummidge and I carried the rest.
'I sighted the old boat arter dark, and the light a-shining in the winder. When I come nigh and looked in through the glass, I see the faithful creetur Missis Gummidge sittin' by the fire, as we had fixed upon, alone. I called out, "Doen't be afeerd! It's Dan'l!" and I went in.
The door of the boat-house stood open when I approached; and, on entering, I found it emptied of all its furniture, saving one of the old lockers, on which Mrs. Gummidge, with a basket on her knee, was seated, looking at Mr. Peggotty.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking