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Blunderstone Rookery would come, however, in spite of her, when the carrier's horse pleased - and did. How well I recollect it, on a cold grey afternoon, with a dull sky, threatening rain! ¡¡¡¡The door opened, and I looked, half laughing and half crying in my pleasant agitation, for my mother. It was not she, but a strange servant. ¡¡¡¡'Why, Peggotty!' I said, ruefully, 'isn't she come home?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes, yes, Master Davy,' said Peggotty. 'She's come home. Wait a bit,
oil painting Master Davy, and I'll - I'll tell you something.' ¡¡¡¡Between her agitation, and her natural awkwardness in getting out of the cart, Peggotty was making a most extraordinary festoon of herself, but I felt too blank and strange to tell her so. When she had got down, she took me by the hand; led me, wondering, into the kitchen; and shut the door. ¡¡¡¡'Peggotty!' said I, quite frightened. 'What's the matter?' ¡¡¡¡'Nothing's the matter, bless you, Master Davy dear!' she answered, assuming an air of sprightliness.