Peggotty, with another roar, “in the form of a Sea Porkypine! Why, at the present minute, when I see the candle sparkle up, I says to myself, ‘She’s a looking at it! Em’ly’s a coming!’ There’s a babby for you, in the form of a Sea Porkypine! Right for all that,” said Mr. Peggotty, stopping in his roar, and smiting his hands together; “fur here she is!”

It was only Ham. The night should have turned more wet since I came in, for he had a large sou’wester hat on, slouched over his face.

“Wheer’s Em’ly?” said Mr. Peggotty.