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"Pooh! no books and figures far me; give me a run of Salt Bush country, and a few thousand sheep," said Pip. "Hear! hear!" chimed in Judy. "Stoopids!" said Bunty, in a voice of great scorn. "Doesn't Mr. Gillet keep the store keys just think those currants and figs." The Picnic at Krangi-Bahtoo
"And what wind," said Miss Havisham, "blows you here, Pip?" Though she looked steadily at me, I saw that she was rather confused. Estella, pausing a moment in her knitting with her eyes upon me, and then going on, I fancied that I read in the action of her fingers, as plainly as if she had told me in the dumb alphabet, that she perceived I had discovered my real benefactor.
"If that makes a judge of rogues, you ought to be a good'un." "What did you say?" cried my sister, beginning to scream. "What did you say? What did that fellow Orlick say to me, Pip? What did he call me, with my husband standing by? Oh! oh! oh!"
"Dat's de best t'ing youse can do, Slimmy dey're all alike when dey gets in his class." "Youse cocaine sniffers gives me de pip!" snorted the Magpie, in disgust. He dug down into his pocket, produced a bill, and flung it across the table to Larry the Bat.
Boy come along with big gun, rabbit he afraid directly, go under the ground." Pip understood his mixed English enough to know he was making fun of him, and told him wrathfully to "shut up for a Dutch idiot."
But any good criticism of Tom Jones must be as mystical as the Faery Queen. Hence it is unavoidable in speaking of a fine book like Great Expectations that we should give even to its unpretentious and realistic figures a certain massive mysticism. Pip is Pip, but he is also the well-meaning snob.
"After you've eaten about six you don't notice they're sour," she said eagerly. But he pushed them away. "I'll take your word for it." Then he looked at her curiously. "What made you think of bringing me anything, Nellie? I don't ever remember you doing so before." "I thought you might be hungry writing here so long," she said gently; and Pip choked again badly, and she withdrew.
Jaggers's sharpness should detect that there had been some communication unknown to him between us. "And on what evidence, Pip," asked Mr. Jaggers, very coolly, as he paused with his handkerchief half way to his nose, "does Provis make this claim?" "He does not make it," said I, "and has never made it, and has no knowledge or belief that his daughter is in existence."
"Bandy, your Grace, by the Lord Harry!" said I. "Ha, ha!" laughed the Duke. "To be sure she is. Bravo, Pip. Well said Pip. I wish I may die if you're not a trump, Pip. Pop me down among your fashionable visitors whenever I'm in town, Pip." And so I do, to this day. The conclusion of this story gave immense satisfaction, which was in no degree lessened by the announcement of dinner.
"I think you're a wonder! Don't you think Fred is a wonder!" Linda would say. Fred's precious bank-account had been almost wiped out now; he made evening calculations with a sharp pencil. But what was a bank-account to a Pip coming downstairs on Christmas Day, shaky but gay, in his wrapper, and glad to be with the family again?
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