1 I look at my mother, but she pretends not to see me.
2 I look at a boy in the aisle, and he makes faces at me.
3 She answered with such a start, that it quite awoke me.
4 I asked her, and looked curiously at her, because she looked so curiously at me.
5 And I recollect two bursting to the opposite side of the parlour, while she was hugging me.
6 And then she stopped in her work, and looked at me, with her needle drawn out to its thread's length.
7 The ground-work of that stool, and Peggotty's complexion appeared to me to be one and the same thing.
8 One Sunday night my mother reads to Peggotty and me in there, how Lazarus was raised up from the dead.
9 Mr. Copperfield was very kind to me, and took a great deal of notice of me, and paid me a good deal of attention, and at last proposed to me.
10 But though Peggotty's eye wanders, she is much offended if mine does, and frowns to me, as I stand upon the seat, that I am to look at the clergyman.
11 She gently chid me for being rude; and, keeping me close to her shawl, turned to thank the gentleman for taking so much trouble as to bring her home.
12 There is one cock who gets upon a post to crow, and seems to take particular notice of me as I look at him through the kitchen window, who makes me shiver, he is so fierce.
13 My opinion is,' said Peggotty, taking her eyes from me, after a little indecision and going on with her work, 'that I never was married myself, Master Davy, and that I don't expect to be.
14 Of the geese outside the side-gate who come waddling after me with their long necks stretched out when I go that way, I dream at night: as a man environed by wild beasts might dream of lions.
15 And I am so frightened that they are afterwards obliged to take me out of bed, and show me the quiet churchyard out of the bedroom window, with the dead all lying in their graves at rest, below the solemn moon.
16 I have an impression on my mind which I cannot distinguish from actual remembrance, of the touch of Peggotty's forefinger as she used to hold it out to me, and of its being roughened by needlework, like a pocket nutmeg-grater.
17 On the ground-floor is Peggotty's kitchen, opening into a back yard; with a pigeon-house on a pole, in the centre, without any pigeons in it; a great dog-kennel in a corner, without any dog; and a quantity of fowls that look terribly tall to me, walking about, in a menacing and ferocious manner.
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